#Better Call Drakgo

[legendary-guest]

I am quickly realising that I really like post-Graduation Drakgo to be...careerists. Forget defecting to the side of good, forget villainy (okay, they can't quite forget villainy), forget choosing sides. They forge their own path!

Becoming legitimate fine artists is one I actually like, even though the idea spawned from a joke in conversation. Dr. D's the 'artist' (the face) and Shego is the 'muse' (the actual artist behind the pieces). Dr. D just takes credit and soaks up the attention. She lets him, she doesn't mind just being the young, attractive girlfriend hanging off his arm. It's cute watching him run his big mouth, trying to speak about things he doesn't understand. If she's really honest, things she barely comprehends, too.

I also need artist post-Graduation Drakken and Shego to do a Jackson Pollock-tier piece that's the aftermath of something stupid, and it sells for a ridiculous amount of money. Shego, Drakken says, that's it! Why didn't we (we - we is nice) think of this before? We'll become artists! Look at these shmucks, they're forking out the big bucks just to have a piece done by the heroes (heroes, the two of them, he's including her) of the world! Quick, you speak high society corporate, you tell them what it means! It's been a long time since college, and since college English classes, but she manages. The flowery language, the eloquence, the sheer and utter bull that she conjures for all these millionaire and billionaire snobs and art enthusiasts. They're sold, hook, line, sinker.

Shego does glass sculptures (thank you once again to @gogofordrakgo for thinking of this). A sculptor in general, probably...yes. I see the vision.

Man...maybe it's because I've associated Drakken with Picasso due to my last post, but he needs to be cubist. He has to. I can feel it. A fauvist, too (because he doesn't know you need to mix the paints beforehand and you shouldn't really be using them out of the tube. He only finds this out after an art critic gives a glowing review for a piece of his). Is this all one giant joke? Maybe. Does it amuse me? Yes. Do I like it? Yes.

Thanks to @flowery-laser-blasts' post about a dream, I also need Dr. Drakken to become a lawyer. It's important to me. He'll pass the bar exam, somehow, I say, speaking as if I know what the bar even is let alone what it entails.

Realistically, though...no, you know what. Shego and Drakken are lawyers, let them both be lawyers! They'll be lawyers for villains, give them a fighting chance! They got a law-firm, giant, horrifying billboards on highways and everything! They make Kim's job so much harder, not like villains weren't already escaping prison regularly! She's even considering changing her college major, whatever it is, to law, just to fight them! Oh my goodness, it'd be great.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

What , Are your Drakgo and Kimron , Christmas Traditions, They like, To Do .?

I kinda like to stick with what's shown during 'A very Possible Christmas'.

Gift exchange, baking treats, drinking eggnog and watching specials. Call me old fashioned but there's nothing better than watching those specials/movies!

Maybe Drakken joins Shego on vacation to entertain the idea of Christmas in summer.

Also a thing is that Ron is Jewish and he celebrates Hanukkah (not sure if he does it actively, but Kim said happy Hanukkah) and I want to see what Kim does when she's over at his house. Though since Ron is at her place most of the time, maybe she offers to do some of his traditions at her house? I'm not very knowledgeable about Jewish traditions and customs, so I'd love to see more of that represented with Ron, even just a little bit since he joins the Possibles and all. Would be nice to see Kim participating with his family as well. ^^

That's about it I think!

[nanidoesthings]

Kim Possible Villains and their Kids Headcanons

Aka Anna wants to talk about her KP OCs

A lot of the kiddos essentially grow up together. Showing up at villainy events all the time.

I’ve talked a little about my Drakgo baby, Laserbeam, but she also has a brother named Dynamite and a sister named Gunpowder. (Gunpowder is not mine though, they belong to a friend of mine).

Junior and Bonnie? Not endgame. That is a gay man. But he does task her with being the surrogate for Junior and his boyfriend’s daughter Señorita.

Despite Monkey Fist hating children with every bone in his body, he ends up adopting a child named Xiaojian. She is raised as his apprentice.

How is Monkey Fist no longer statue? Personally I go with another timeline messing with Time Monkey.

Xiaojian was born from the monkey Chippy, turned semi human by DNAmy.

On a Henchco outing when they were kids, Dynamite convinced Xiaojian to sneak into a monkey enclosure then proceeded to leave her there.

Xiaojian and Laserbeam dated for a short while. They are now bitter exes.

Because of how bad the breakup was, Señorita adopted a "no dating anyone with Jack Hench in their contacts" policy.

Somehow all the kids end up with Duff as the "favorite not uncle" (for Xiaojian "Nae yer daddy")

When Dynamite was starting their gender journey, they often could be found at Duff's hitting shots.

Xiaojian learnt Scottish Gaelic and she and Duff tease Monkey Fist often.

She really thinks Monty and Duff need to just get together already.

Señorita wanting to prove some other rich people she was better than them had Duff teach her to golf.

Señorita follows her Papi’s dream of being a big pop star.

In a world where multiple Disney medias exist in the same universe, Señorita grew up watching Ernesto De La Cruz movies with her Abuelo.

Along the same lines, Dynamite once broke up with someone because they said 4*Town was better than Oh Boyz.

Dynamite loves webcomics. Would 100% be that Homestuck fan.

Sharpies are on high watch in the household. If not to turn grey a la Homestuck, Dynamite would recreate Sharpie Bath to turn Blue.

Dynamite was born in Colorado. Laserbeam in California.

Dr Drakken got a vasectomy after Dynamite was born.

Estelle Lipsky? The kiddos call her different things. Laserbeam calls her GamGam, Dynamite calls her GramGram, Gunpowder calls her Bob.

Somehow, the Drakkens end up always celebrating big holidays with the Possible-Stoppables. It is never planned but space is usually made for the other party.

I see Dr D having Jewish heritage but being non-religious. The kids however had Christmas and Hannukah growing up.

Shego watched Dr Drakken insist on designing and making an Offbrand Barbie Dreamhouse (Baddie’s Dream Lair maybe?)

Laserbeam swears she is not superstitious. She comes from a family of brainiacs so there’s reasoning for that which might be dubbed peculiar. And she knows Aliens and Ghosts and weird shit exists. Doesn’t consider that superstition.

However, she isn’t aware of habits which make her seem she is. Like putting on a specific hoodie whenever an assignment is just not seeming right.

Laserbeam often keeps a slurry of meds and sensory things in her purse because you can’t do evil in bad health.

Laserbeam once performed a VERY heated rendition of Holding Out For A Hero that ended up with her grounded (so worth it though).

While I stand by the idea that Laserbeam and Dynamite are not in frequent contact with their maternal uncles, I like to imagine Mego pops in from time to time.

Laserbeam, Dynamite, and Gunpowder were homeschooled.

The Drakgo babies were named after the song Killer Queen.

Dynamite and Drakken can often be found in the lab late at night. They’ll get inspiration for a project randomly and then suddenly the entire lair is being woken up to dad rock™️.

Laserbeam’s full name is Laserbeam Olivia Drakken. When she has to go undercover she will use Olivia Lipsky.

Dynamite’s full name is Dynamite Andrew Drakken.

[yesimacreepweirdo]

Drakgo or kim’s Ron? Shego and drakken would probably get annoyed at each other a lot while kim and Ron only fought in one of the best episodes 4x01. They would bond over stealing though

Well, considering I watched the show for Drakgo.... 100% Drakgo. Let me tell you why!

Shego by herself is the most intriguing character, in my opinion. Her interesting back story is what got me into the show in the first place. She went from hero to villain, she is capable of very dangerous things, and honestly, she could be a solo villain if she wanted to. It begs the question, why does she stay with Drakken?

Now, one could argue that Shego is lazy and unmotivated, so being Drakken's sidekick is perfect for her because she just has to follow orders and doesn't have to come up with her own schemes. And that is a valid point. Shego likes staying in her lane. She's not determined like Drakken is. I don't believe she actually gives a crap if they succeed in taking over the world or not. She's evil for the thril. She's there for the fun of it because she enjoys it. Drakken, on the other hand, has a goal, and he intends to achieve it. However, Shego could work for anyone, and she has a few times, but she always ends up back with Drakken. Why?

Some people will say that they didn't care for each other until season 4, but I highly disagree. The evidence was there from the very beginning. Back in season 1, Drakken openly admits to missing Shego when she left and calls her a pet name over the phone, to which she doesn't bat an eye, meaning he has called her pet names before. Is Shego sarcastic and lippy throughout all 4 seasons? Yes. Does she get annoyed with him? Yes. However, Shego isn't Kim. She's not a goody two shoes who does the right thing all the time. Mix her past with the fact that she is evil, and I'd say she's scared to be vulnerable. She doesn't like having a weakness because in her world, a weakness can get you killed. So she operates under the impression that she doesn't have one. I don't think she intended to care for Drakken the way she ended up caring for him. It was something that happened over time, and by the time she noticed, it was too late.

On Drakken's end, I think he was very well aware of his feelings for her back in season 1. He just didn't say anything because he thinks he wouldn't have a shot, and he didn't want to lose her as a sidekick. He's incredibly smart and very capable, and if Kim wasn't in the picture, some people could argue that he wouldn't need Shego, but I'd disagree. While he's a mad genius, he overlooks a lot of things because he's not the brightest bulb in terms of common sense. He needs Shego’s lippy remarks to make him see what he's missing, and he would need her to be the enforcer if he ever did take over the world. Much like Kim and Ron, Drakken and Shego clearly need each other. They balance out each other's weaknesses, and they overall make each other better.

Now, I'm not saying a romantic relationship between the two wouldn't be hard. It most certainly would be. Shego doesn't like to talk about her feelings, and Drakken is naive to a lot of things. I think their relationship would be super toxic at first, but they would eventually figure it out because they can't live without the other. In the series finale, Shego quite literally seeks out Kim (before she knew she was abducted) because she knew Kim would be the only hope she had in getting Drakken back. If that was anyone else, she would have left them there, but since it was Drakken, she went to her enemy for help. That, my dears, is what love looks like. Those sweet Shego moments are rare, but they are sprinkled throughout the show if you squint hard enough.

I like Kim and Ron, don't get me wrong. They are perfect for each other, and they were clearly endgame from the start, but Drakken and Shego intrigue me more because their relationship isn't easy. It's not all lovey dovey all the time. In my opinion, it's more realistic to real life because real-life relationships aren't always as easy as what Kim and Ron had. Relationships are hard, and Drakken and Shego are one of those couples that, yeah, they have their issues, but they will work through them because not working through them would mean losing each other. Notice in Mad Dogs and Aliens how pissed off Drakken was at Shego for leaving him in prison and how jealous Shego was that he replaced her with Warmonga, and then 3 episodes later, which is the next episode they are in, they are closer than ever. They are capable of working through their issues. They just have to be open to talking about them, which for Shego is something that is incredibly difficult.

I'm on a rampage now. I just love these two with all my heart. They are my ultimate ship. But to sum up, I like Kim and Ron, but Drakken and Shego have a certain appeal that I can't ignore.

Thanks for the ask!

[rosetyler42]

Drericka: Probably some place between "Wholesome Ship" and "Coke + Mentos." On one hand, they are very adorable and do help make eachother better since they both help look after eachother and help eachother with their trauma. Drac helped break Ericka out of her Cycle of hate and neglect and Ericka can call out Drac's bs and help show him life isn't so bad. It helps they're both adorkable, too.

That said, they're both on the surface very put together SEEMINGLY mature people until you get them alone together and they become like playful children (in a good way.) They loosen eachother up and break eachother out if their shells, especially Ericka with Drac. It actually DOES make eachother better as they're not as uptight, but corralling them alone can be like dealing with a couple little kids. It's like Mac and Bloo from Fosters. Drac can kinda hold Ericka back from doing something truly crazy, and Ericka can loosen him up and bring out his chaotic mischievious side. Although Ericka sees it as making him better. It's returning the favor he did for her.

Drakgo: ....Probably closer to "Sodium Chloride." They're villains, but they kinda have that Pinky and the Brain dynamic where they fight and but heads sometimes, but they actually make a pretty good team and care about eachother in their own weird sorta way. Shego helps make him a better villain, and Drakken can handle and kinda mellow out Shego sometimes. Although I'm sure Shego sees it as a "I can make him worse."

Bent Halos: Hmmm....I'm gonna say Wholesome ship. True, It doesn't SEEM like it would be on the surface. But the two monster toons basically have a very Jack and Sally, Mickey + Minnie, Jessica + Roger Rabbit, Betty + Bimbo, and Gomez and Morticia relationship. They're the King and Queen of the Cycle, Bendy adores his Angel, even when she's being horrifying, and Alice finally has someone who thinks she's perfect the way she is. And Alice is one of the few creatures able to tame and control the demon and bring out the little Imp side....and is secretly the TRULY dangerous one of the two. Toon or Ink Monster, They would both do pretty much ANYTHING for eachother despite their history and differences.

....And I DO mean pretty much ANYTHING.

There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).

[those-other-ones]

🍋 Sex Fails

My original intent was to have three or four fics out each week. But then life hit me like a ton of bricks right at the beginning of the month, including illness, tragedy, and just stuff I don’t want to talk about. I do have a few stories to share, but nothing like what my original plan was. I hope you will enjoy my few very, very smutty Drakgo smuts throughout the next couple of weeks. This particular story I think is my favorite from the ones I’ve already written. Comments would be appreciated; smut writers like validation too.

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Choosing here and there from this list because I like this list.

Smutember Prompt 2:  "Sex Fails"

Everything under the cut is explicit, mature, NSFW, 18+, however you want to call it.

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Shego took a long swallow from the bottle of champagne and set it on the coffee table of the penthouse suite.  She briefly noted the two already empty bottles next to it before sinking back into the sofa with another laugh.

"That one was lame," she said, her head lolling as she squinted over at Drakken.  The medal he refused to take off seemed to be shining more brightly under the hotel room lights.  Or perhaps it was just the alcohol hitting her, if her eyes were as dilated as Drakken's appeared to be through her haze.

"Fine," Drakken said, a tiny bit of spittle flying from his mouth.  "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Drakken frowned and reached for the champagne bottle.

"You always choose dare," he pouted before taking several gulps.  Shego wiggled her fingers and reached for the bottle, which he offered with a scoff.

"Come up with better ones, then," Shego said.

Drakken's frown suddenly curled upwards into a devilish grin.

"I dare you...to finish taking that dress off."

Shego's brow rose, and she looked down to find that one strap of the green dress she'd worn to the ceremony at the UN that morning had fallen from her shoulder, revealing the lacy black of her bra beneath.

She opened her mouth to lay fury on him, but then found she had no words.  It was Drakken.  He wasn't trying to be lewd, it was simply part of the game.  And she was determined that he would never get a truth out of her.

She took another drink and set the bottle down before standing and sliding the other strap off her shoulder and peeling the garment away to her hips.  She smirked as Drakken gawped at her, and she shimmied slowly from side to side in attempt to work the tight garment the rest of the way off.  She knew Drakken was staring at her chest, and she was proud of the way her breasts fit in the designer bra cups as she bent forward to slide the skimpy dress the rest of the way to the floor.

When she straightened up, hands on her hips and a broad, confident grin on her face, it was only a moment before a booze-motivated chuckle left her lips at the look on his face.

"What'sa matter, Doc?  Never seen a woman in her skivvies before?"

Drakken shook himself of his bug-eyed stare to scowl.  "I have so!"

"Betcha haven't."

"I have!  T-Truth or dare!"

"It's my turn to ask."

"Then get on with it!" Drakken said, crossing his arms and legs and looking away, seeming to draw in on himself in whatever emotion her teasing had invoked.  Shego let another laugh escape her before she took another swig of the champagne and sat back down on the couch, putting her high-heel clad feet up on the coffee table next to the empty bottles.

"All right.  Truth or dare, Dr. D.?"

"Truth," he said as he had nearly every time.  But Shego wasn't going to be goaded into revealing anything about herself.  All the alcohol in the world couldn't make her say or do anything she didn't want to.

She turned to face him, drawing her knees up and leaning her cheek against the back of the sofa as the glint from his medal caused her to squint again.  He lunged defiantly across the space between them, giving her another once-over, and grabbed the champagne bottle.

"Were your Bebe bots actually sex bots?"

Drakken choked on the champagne, and Shego crawled across the cushions on her knees to give his back a few slaps as he tried to recover himself.

"No!  No they were--"

He stopped short when he whirled to face her and found her breasts right at his eye level.  Shego was more concerned however with saving the remaining champagne as the bottle began slipping from his fingers.

"You've gotta tell the truth, Doc," she chided with a grin before taking another swallow.

"I am!  They were never sex bots!"

Shego sat back on her heels and lifted her brow thoughtfully.

"Huh.  Never would have thought that."

"Well they weren't!  Truth or dare?"

Shego leaned nearer to him and grinned as he flushed with her proximity.

"Dare."

"Nnrgh!"

She knew he'd hoped to trip her up by asking so quickly, but she was determined never to find out what truth he was so keen on asking her.

His initial response was to pout again, but slowly, a wicked grin came over his face.  Shego felt the slightest twinge of nerves, and she knew she should have seen it coming based on his last drunken request of her.

"Take the rest off."

Shego's eyes widened.

"Except the heels," he added quickly, and then stared her down.

She swallowed slowly.  He was...really pushing his luck.  Or at least, that was what the last hint of sobriety in her mind told her.  But it was easily overshadowed by the part of her determined to win the game, no matter how he thought he could force her into asking for truth.

When she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, Drakken's breath caught.  She smirked in triumph, knowing he'd thought he'd bested her.  She deftly separated the tiny metal clips and in the next moment, her chest was bare.

"Shego..." Drakken said as she stood up, but he bit his lip as she hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic of her lacy black panties and slid them down to the floor, carefully stepping out of them and leaving her high-heels on as he'd requested.

As she sat back down on the sofa and curled up the way she had before, she vaguely wondered if he preferred women shaven or unshaven.  But it was a fleeting thought as she finished off the champagne bottle and then reached down to the coffee table to uncork yet another one.

"Truth or dare?" she asked.

Drakken's chest was heaving.  His eyes were still wide and fixed on her naked form.  Shego felt a small wave of self-consciousness, having expected him to either leer or turn away, but not sit there slack-jawed and looking almost frightened.  She sipped from the bottle, the fizzing bubbles of the beverage tickling her nose, and then she shoved it toward him.

"Truth or dare?" she repeated more harshly.

Drakken blinked himself out of his stupor and met her eyes.  He swallowed slowly.

"Truth," he said almost in a whisper.

Shego realized then she didn't have another question for him, and wished he'd have picked dare for once.  Turnabout would be plenty fair play at this point and no doubt would have secured her a victory in the game.  But he was hiding behind his own security just as she was hers.

She was certain, however, that she could shatter that.

"Why didn't you hug me?"

"Wh-What?" Drakken stuttered, his eyes darting nervously now between her body and her face.

"On the alien ship.  I thought you were going to hug me.  But then you stopped."

Drakken shakily lifted the champagne bottle to his lips and took several long swallows.  When he finished he wiped his mouth on the back of his glove and set the bottle down.

"Can I choose dare instead?" he asked quietly, his expression anxious.

Shego grinned.  She'd won.

"Get naked."

Drakken's eyes widened and he gaped at her before he scowled and rose from the sofa.  Shego blinked in surprise as he pushed his feet out of his boots and then tossed his gloves onto the coffee table.  She hadn't expected him to actually do it.

Next, and for the very first time, he took off his medal and set it reverently on the sofa cushion.  Shego traced her fingers over the engraving of the logo as she watched him shrug out of his lab coat and drape it over the back of the couch.  He was meticulous in the rest of his undressing, folding his shirt and lying it atop the coat, and doing the same with his pants.  He hesitated when the only article of clothing left were nondescript white boxers, and Shego smirked and raised a brow in challenge as he looked decidedly uncertain.

"We could just say game over," she said, setting her feet up on the coffee table again and reaching for the bottle.  After she took another drink and set it back down, she was sure she saw two of Drakken standing in front of her for a moment.

"No," Drakken said firmly, and in the next moment he was stepping awkwardly out of the shorts, black socks still on his feet as he nearly lost his balance and fell back to sit on the sofa across from her.

Shego leaned forward to take in the view, pursing her lips to stave off a laugh as Drakken blushed.

"Truth or dare?" he said urgently as she grinned at the sight of his soft dick, resting atop ample hairy balls.  She only got a glimpse before his hands were blocking the view, and she settled into place again and held herself up confidently.

"Dare," she said almost boredly, her focus waning due to the booze.  How many bottles of champagne had they consumed together?

"Wear this," Drakken said tentatively, pushing the medal closer to her on the cushion.

Shego had still been idly tracing the engravings, and she shrugged her shoulders as she picked up the heavy object and slipped the ribbon over her head, flipping her hair out from under it and fluffing it around her as the cool of the metal rested between her breasts.

"Truth or dare, Drakken?" she countered almost immediately as he stared at her wearing his medal.  She couldn't place the look in his eyes as he slowly moved his gaze back and forth between her face and the medal on her chest.

"Dare."

Her brow rose again before she frowned.  He had clearly caught on to her winning strategy, but she was sure she would either get an answer out of him or else win.

"Hug me."

Drakken's lips parted.  A faint, desperate look entered his eyes.  As if pleading for her to take it back.  It confused her, but he surely knew the alternative was answering her prior question and that had apparently been frightening enough to cause him to disrobe.

When he began scooting nearer to close the gap between them, her heart began to pound.  He set his hands tentatively on her shoulders, and then gently pulled her close until his cheek rested against hers.

"Oh no.  You're not getting off that easy," Shego said even as his fingers gripped her shoulders tighter.  "Hug me like you were going to on the alien ship before you chickened out for some reason."

She felt Drakken sigh in seeming defeat, but he obediently moved nearer and wrapped his arms around her.  His chest pressed against hers the round, heavy piece of metal between them dug into her flesh for how tightly he had begun to hold her.

"That's better," she said after a moment.  Was her voice shaking?  She reached blindly to the side until she found the bottle of champagne and hurriedly took a drink.  She kept hold of it as she balanced it on her thigh, discovering that her other hand was playing with the hair of Drakken's ponytail.

"Truth or dare?" Drakken said quietly, his voice tense as he continued to hold her.

"...Truth," Shego said.

Everything seemed to stop in that moment, and he slowly pulled away, turning to double in her vision once more as she squinted through heavy eyelids at his worried face.  His hands remained on her shoulders, his thumbs turning on circles over them and slightly tangling her hair as he gazed at her in earnest.

"Shego...  Why did you come after me?"

Shego slowly stretched her arm out to the side until she could place the bottle back on the coffee table, the glass impacting the wood with much too loud a clink as silence fell between them.

"I... Because... Because I..."

She had no answer.  None that would fully form enough in her mind to reach her lips.  Drakken's face fell, his eyes leaving even the medal as he continued holding her shoulders tightly and looked down forlornly to where his knee now rested atop hers.

"Drakken...?"

He didn't look up.  "Yes?"

"T-...Truth or dare?"

He looked up again, the faintest of hope in his weary eyes.

"Dare," he said through a sigh.

Shego swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes never leaving his as she answered him with a new question.

"Make love to me?"

Drakken's brow slowly rose.  His eyes searched hers, she assumed for any sign of falsehood, mocking, or insincerity.  But she realized as she looked back at him that she'd meant it.  And before he could make a move to decide she was already shifting on the sofa and moving her knees apart.

Drakken followed her guiding until he lay heavily atop her, one of her heels caressing his rear as her hands gently roamed his back.  His eyes stared uncertainly into hers even as no space was left between their bodies.  She decided he needed some encouragement and with effort pushed her hips upward into his.

"You're...awfully soft," she remarked without thinking, a chuckle following.

Drakken frowned.  "Just give me a minute, my dear."

The look in his eyes suggested he was simply willing a hard-on to occur, and she started rolling her hips upward steadily.

"No more booze for you," she said with another slight laugh.

"Ngh.  Truth or dare?" Drakken asked.

"I love you," she blurted out.

The fog in his eyes cleared, and he stared down at her in awe.  She watched as all of the confusion, frustration, and everything else about their game and the past several days fell off of him in an instant.  His fingers were weaving into her hair, lightly kneading her scalp as he smiled down at her adoringly.  

"I lost the game," she said, realizing she'd given up her truth before he'd even asked a question.

"No...no, Shego," he said, a slight tremor in his voice as he gazed at her from inches away.  Were there two of him again?  "We both won."

His kiss banished every other thought in her head, and it wasn't long before she was lost in his warmth.  And somewhere in the swirling, alcohol-induced blackness that was rapidly taking over her, she thought she heard him say he loved her too.

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Shego couldn't breathe.  When her eyes flew open she immediately closed them again for the blinding light that hit them, and she tried to assess where she was, why she couldn't get enough air, and why her head was throbbing.

She instinctively reached out for her alarm clock but her fingers hit glass instead, and then a loud sound followed as she accidentally toppled whatever it was she'd touched.  She opened her eyes to mere slits and saw the champagne bottle rolling on the coffee table, its remaining contents spilling out over the wood.

Everything came back to her.

"Onh..."

Drakken's pained moan reminded her of why she couldn't breathe, and she closed her eyes again and simply waited for him to move.  Somehow speaking seemed far too great an effort, and she would let him handle that.

"Where...what...why...  Oh...oh no!" he gasped.

"'Oh no'?" Shego slurred out in annoyed reply.

"Did I...?  Did we...?" he was saying in a panic.

"No we didn't, you couldn't get it up," Shego said, recalling her disappointment before the booze finally knocked her out for the night...day...and however long they'd slept.

"I...I'm..."

"I don't know what time it is," Shego said, opening her eyes again to meet his confused and concerned ones, "but you think you got that champagne out of your system yet?"

"..."

Drakken rolled away and fell to the floor with a grunt, to both her amusement and dismay.  More bottles fell with the flailing of his arms, and Shego wondered worriedly just how much he'd had to drink.

"I'll be back," he said, and half-crawled half-tripped his way toward the bathroom.  Shego realized in an instant she had the same problem, and she held her head with both hands as she made her way more carefully to another bathroom in the suite.

She mused to herself that she was surprised the alcohol hadn't killed them, for however much they'd had, but as she freshened up she hoped it hadn't been so much as to erase Drakken's memory of the night before.  Even though they'd only gotten as far as some foreplay, she remembered her words and his...and she wanted him to make good on them.

When she made it back to the living room where their binge had occurred, Drakken was already there, leaning on the arm of the sofa and rubbing his eyes with a pained scowl on his face.

"Better?" she asked with a smirk.

"Not so loud..." he complained.

"Then you're gonna have a problem with me climaxing.  I'm not the quiet type."

Drakken's head shot up and he gaped at her, his expression unreadable.  When he didn't reply or move after several seconds, she stepped over the fallen bottles and their piles of clothing and lie down on the couch, her knees apart.

He took the hint and the sofa shifted as he crawled over her again, settling down heavily as he had the night before.

"Won't be a minute," he grunted as with more wakefulness this time, he began attending her breasts with soft kisses, suckles, and kneading.

"Yeah, that's what you said last night," Shego said in a mixture of amusement and complaint.

Drakken looked up to glare at her slightly.  "You could help."

She snaked an arm between them until she had her fingers around his soft member, and she began working it firmly and steadily as his touches began to arouse her.  But her head was still throbbing, and she regretted not turning the lights out when she'd been up as she closed her eyes again.

"This thing better get bigger," she said.

"It does!" Drakken growled and gave a slight bite to her nipple.

She let herself relax into his touch, but after the third time she startled awake and accidentally gripped him too hard as a result, by evidence of his grunts, she realized the booze was still going to win.

At least, she thought as she felt his forehead rest on her chest as his lips stilled in drowsiness, when the alcohol eventually forfeited its control over them, they still had their victory.

[ilikethequiet]

The Wedding Date (A Drakgo Fic)

Hi Drakgo fam, it has been a good long while. I present you with this fic that has been on my mind lately; It can be a one off, or there could be more parts, we shall see what kind of reception it gets. Please feedback/likes are so appreciated. 

I checked it through with Grammarly so it sounds okay, tell me if it doesn’t 😘

Title: The Wedding Date Summary: Shego gets some unexpected news that her brother is getting married and all that family stuff sounds like the worst. Rating: G for now, we’ll see if it changes/if there are later chapters

Not much surprised Shego; being a supervillain prepared her for that. Magic monkey paw? Okay. Time travel? Sure. Mind controlling shampoo? Well, the less said about that, the better but the news that her brother was getting married caught her off guard and made her choke on her drink. Her eldest brother Henry rushed to her side, helping her regain her composure.

"Married, you're getting married?" She asked, it seemed like the most unlikely thing; Henry, or Hego as he was known by the citizens of Go City was dedicated to being a hero, marriage never seemed like it was on the cards for him. "And she knows about the powers and everything?" The rest of her family chose to wear masks and to keep their identities secret, revealing that to someone who took a great deal of trust.

Henry nodded. "Yes, and okay it was a little off-putting at first but she’s fine with it." He looked so happy, like the last puppy at the pound who had found his forever home, it made Shego kind of nauseous. So much so, that she didn't realize what he had said until moments later. "Um, what now? Me?"

He nodded enthusiastically "Sheila yes, I want you to come to my wedding!"

Shego burst out laughing, he cannot be serious. "It's bad enough she's going to be there mingling with our heroic family, you want to invite little old black sheep me as well? That won't do you any favours"

Henry shrugged "To be honest, I always thought the evil thing was a phase." It had been hard for Shego to find her place on the team, after their parents died the boys threw themselves into helping people but she wanted none of it. He gave his sister a goofy smile "Come on, extended family reunion? It'll be fun."

Shego rolled her eyes and snorted. "Fun for who?" It sounded like the worst idea imaginable, although Bueno Nacho did pay their regional managers well, plus there were some long-lost family members of theirs who had access to some pretty hefty trust funds. She sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine. I'll come to your wedding if only to warn your bride about the awful mistake she is making. Are your groomsmen at least hot?" She didn't want to get paired up with some fifteen-year-old who spent all day working the grill, the thought made her shiver.

"Why don't you bring your boss?" Henry asked casually as if it was a normal question.

Shego had been very cordial through this entire meal, when her brother had called, he sounded so excited that she thought she would give him the benefit of the doubt, but that last statement set her hands aglow "You did not just say that."

"He does seem to be the only person whose company you enjoy, so bring him along." Was he an evil supervillain? Sure, but it wasn't like they were going to steal the wedding gifts or anything like that. "It'll be fun!"

That optimism was so nauseating she lowered her hands. "I hate you so much, you know that right?"

Henry nodded and handed Shego a schedule that included all the events that came with such a momentous event.

Shego glanced over it, he had even color-coded it and made note of what was appropriate attire, what a nerd. "She must love you, like a lot. Can't wait to meet her."

“That’s the spirit!” Henry grinned, so glad to have her on their side. “You’ll get your chance, family dinner this weekend.”

“With our family?” She could see that going downhill fast.  “So, you’re testing her? I mean if she doesn’t survive dinner, she’s not the one?”

“I would like her to survive, Shego.”

Damn, when he used her chosen name and not her real name, that meant he was serious. “All right well, I should be getting back. Text me if your plans change.” She felt like she had already exhausted their speaking quota for a while.

“Will do, thanks Sheila”

“Yeah, yeah.” Shego rolled her eyes and headed out to the hovercar for her trip back to Middleton.

~~~ 

When Shego arrived back at the lair, everything was winding down for the evening. The henchmen were on their way home leaving Drakken alone in his lab. Usually, he would be awake and tinkering with a machine of some sort, but she found him with his feet up on the console, asleep. Shego smiled to herself, he looked at ease, a rare sight considering she knew how high-strung he could be. She sat on the edge of the console, nudging his feet to get him to wake up.

Drakken blinked the sleep out of his eyes and sat up “Shego? Where have you been? We were supposed to steal that diamond laser from the military base this evening.” He had waited, then became concerned, what if she had been caught by the police or something? But no, she was too smart for that, Drakken eventually just thought she would come back when she was ready.

Damn, all the stuff going on with Henry and she had completely forgotten, Drakken had been going on about it for ages as well. “A thing came up, family thing. My brother announced is getting married, and it threw me for a loop, I…” She shook her head, the idea that anyone could love her brother, he was just such a goodie two shoes like all the time.  She reached over and gave his arm a comforting pat. “We can go thieving tomorrow?”

“Your brother? The big, beefy one?” He had only met Shego’s family briefly, she was the only girl in a family of boys, how trying that must have been for her, luckily, he had been an only child.

“Yeah, crazy right?” She didn’t like associating with her family, but she was always closest to Henry so if he wanted her at all his silly little wedding events, she could at least make an appearance. “He’s making a big deal out of it and no way I’m going to go through that alone, so you’re coming with me!” She grinned, better to tell him than to just ask because this was it was harder for him to back out.

“I am?” Drakken was surprised at this, was Shego asking him to be her date? Perhaps, though he was sure she could find a bevy of men to hang off her arm, she was asking him?

His bewildered look told Shego he needed more convincing. “Look, I can’t stand my family. They are a bunch of do-goods who have never set a foot wrong in their lives.” She sighed heavily “But they are still my family, and it is kind of big that they want me there for this.” It was hard when there was a known supervillain in the family. “I need you there to keep me sane.”

Drakken raised an eyebrow, she had said something that he wasn’t used to hearing ‘I need you’ it was refreshing, the fact that he of all people could keep her grounded.

“All right, I’ll accompany you.” He was going to say it was a date, but he didn’t want to put that out in the world, in case it wasn’t. it was just two colleagues attending a wedding, right?”

Shego grinned, glad he was on board. “Thank you.” A rare sentiment, not one she expressed regularly but really, it meant the world to her, having Drakken there meant there would be someone she could talk to plus, it would keep her grandmother from asking questions about why she wasn’t married with children yet.  

Drakken cleared his throat and stood, stretching. “It’s late. Lots of villainy to do in the morning. We’ll talk more about this then.” He gave her a nod and started his walk from the lab to his quarters.

“Right, of course. Night Doc.” Shego smiled, the prospect of her not being alone at a family function made her stupidly happy, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[gofordrakgo]

Joggling

Joggling: "A competitive sport that combines juggling with jogging" 

(Drakgo Drabble #69)

Shego growled in frustration, one of the colorful balls hitting the floor again. 

“This is ridiculous!” she snapped at Drakken as he inched past her, his stupid ugly face smug as he hummed happily, juggling away.

“You agreed, Shego!” he called back. “You’d better hurry up if you don’t wanna watch Fancyfree!”

“We’re watching Bloodbath!”

“Better keep up then!”

“If this were a regular race, you would’ve already lost!”

“Obviously, that’s why we’re doing this.”

“When the hell did you learn to juggle, anyway?”

“Same time I learned to ride a unicycle.”

“Mommy send you to clown camp?”

“Just juggle.”

[ask-whitebag]

What’s your thoughts on season 4 of Kim possible and on the series finale? Do you think it was good?

Now that’s a good question… Food for thought…

While I liked it overall, I do realize that season 4 is different from the previous three. Its biggest difference is that it challenges the status quo in nearly every episode, so while you could watch most of the KP episodes out of order, you can’t really do that here.

Ron gets on the football team. Kim gets a car. The tweebs had a growth spurt over the summer, and are changing schools. Kim and Ron get a job. The tweebs become the new mascots, taking Ron’s place. Kim is forced to get a new outfit after they stop selling her favorite old one, because it goes out of fashion. Ron becomes an older brother.

I believe this direction was fully intentional. KP is a type of slice of life / coming of age story - every season follows her through a different high school year. And the last season is, well, the last one. And it feels VERY coming of age.

It feels only fitting for the last episode to be called “Graduation��. Those kids are not kids anymore. Change is scary and stressful, and I believe the entire season is almost an embodiment of that. And that’s okay.

This season has some high points, but it also has its low points. I don’t want to get into details, but Grande Size Me has to be the worst KP episode of all time. Also, Chasing Rufus / Nursery Crimes really get on my nerves because we did not need those episodes AT ALL, and the budget that went to them could have been utilized better. They should have spent that budget for the series finale. And that brings me to…

The series finale itself.

While I think the premise is excellent (Kim graduates, Ron masters his powers, Drakken and Shego are acknowledged as core characters and finally confront their feelings for each other, and the villains are the aliens who came back for revenge), I can’t help but think the story was rushed. I think the animation should have been better as well (like in So The Drama - that movie was meant to be the series finale (before the season 4 was made thanks to fan-activism), and it shows), and it should have been a three-parter, instead of a two-parter.

Like, part one is fine, but there’s so much happening in part two that I sometimes can’t believe it’s just one episode. It’s just my opinion, but I think it should have been split in two.

Part two should be about humans trying to survive the alien invasion (show me the damage more, show me the struggle), and about Kim & Drakken, and Ron & Shego team-up. I just needed a few more moments with those team-ups because they don’t actually interact all that often, and I wanted them to talk MORE. The episode would end with four of them reuniting.

Part three would be about all four of them working together more to bring the ship down and defeat the aliens. Kim’s fear of change would probably be explored more. Then, Kim and Ron would graduate, while Drakken and Shego… Well… Let’s just say I’ve heard many stories about how the creators had to cut Drakgo scenes because there was no time for them. My heart is in pain, knowing we could have had even more canon Drakgo content than we received if only we had more time.

That’s all the criticism I have for the series finale, I suppose. You know they did something right when the only nitpick I have is that I wished there was more of it.

In conclusion, I think season 4 is flawed, but I appreciate what it's trying to do. It is what it is, and I still really enjoy it for what it is. Growing up is messy, and so is this season. I like that.

[split-n-splice]

And now for a series of events following the previous fics Bad is Good and Good is Bad and The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie. Step back and give those a read&review if you haven't yet!

This fic explores the younger years with Drakken and Shego, from slice-of-life to the life-threatening, set before the meddling of any nosy redhead teen hero. Beginning with an introduction to villainy after forsaking heroism, and rolling with the punches with a splash of family ordeals, substance abuse, enemies, rivals, thrills, woes, baking, killer plants, little brats, jealousy, grudges, and trust.

More info in the end notes!

Chapters: ??? Word count: ???,??? Warnings: violence, language, and substance abuse in the forecast, scattered showers of fluff and a chance of lewd, guaranteed Drakgo!

[ Chapter Guide | FFn | Ao3 ]

1. Runaway or Abduction?

The turn of events didn’t feel real.

This time last Friday, Shilo had been mopping up the art project her three younger brothers had made of breakfast. Her herculean older brother had made up an excuse that he was running late, which she didn’t call him out on because he would have caused more messes than cleaned if he were to crowd her in the kitchen.

She could be doing it all again, or she could be loitering around her hometown, or she could be paying the private gym a visit at the island base of a superhero team she’d forsaken.

Had she stayed, she might not be feeling so wretched from medication withdrawals or side effects. In the same vein, abdominal pain could have been explained away as cramps related to the experimental drugs.

Numb and mute from the shellshock of it all, she stared out the tinted window at the blur in her daze and let a hand flutter lightly over her tender stomach, but she withdrew it quickly and grimaced in discomfort. She’d hurt herself with her own freakish superpower earlier, worse than any punch to the gut she’d ever received.

She didn’t want to think about what that meant for the skull that had been caught in the middle of it.

The fresh image of her huge brother’s body crumpling at her feet flashed behind her eyelids every time she shut them or so much as blinked. Whispers behind her back were a distraction, but they were unappreciated, and she shoved the grisly thought from the forefront of her mind long enough to shoot a glare back at the gossipers.

“…looking greener,” a henchman was muttering to Dr. Drakken, to which Dr. Drakken concurred in a grumble she didn’t quite catch. The runty subordinate clad in a red jumpsuit took notice of her frown, and sat back in sheepish silence under her glare.

The unkempt blue man behind the wheel let his scowl drift across to her then, and Shego didn’t like his eyes roaming her over so thoroughly. “Please don’t tell me you’re carsick,” he called over curtly.

They’d only left Go City behind half an hour ago, and it was far too soon for chitchat or remarks. She grunted in lieu of an answer before slumping against the window. She couldn’t honestly say she wasn’t feeling sick.

Her palms burned, but not in the way that was second nature to her. Just in case, she tucked her hands safely into her armpits. Having a list of warning signs memorized, she racked her brains for any serious withdrawal symptoms, but came up with nothing too explosive. She was just being paranoid, she decided. Paranoia was a withdrawal symptom too after all, wasn’t it?

The fear of combustion lingered as she tugged her sweater to let some air reach her clammy skin, the unbuttoned collar of her uniform beneath doing little to aid in cooling her down. A cracked window helped, but not much.

Straining to ignore the trapped heat rising beneath the layers she wore in addition to the worries plaguing her mind, she focused intently on watching the passing scenery. Flocks of birds, the blur of trees, fields, and small towns slid by uneventfully.

Inevitably, the growling stomachs and dreary huffs of the three moody henchmen behind her became hard to ignore. Her own stomach was starting to feel particularly hollow by now, but she prepared herself to ignore it too. Despite her stomach’s disagreement, her appetite was shot.

Ultimately it would be Dr. Drakken who would dictate when breakfast would be served, and no whimpered complaints from his crew would make it come any sooner. A stop at a Cow-n-Chow drive-thru was in order mere minutes before the noon menu change.

The blue boss took it upon himself to order for his cronies without consulting them. Shego remained slumped against the window, content with keeping her silence. She could give him a hard time later if she changed her mind, she decided. If he needed her talents that badly, he’d just have to comply.

Her mouth was watering anyway, but not in anticipation of food. She had to swallow back bile. The driver said something, some sort of inquiry, but it went in one ear and out the other as she fixated on little birds in the hedge, too busy steeling herself against the wooziness that came with the smell of sausage and egg wafting into the rig.

There was the snapping of fingers and she cast a peek at Dr. Drakken from the corner of her eye before realizing she was being addressed. “For future reference, I expect to be listened to when I speak,” he groused.

“Sorry, did you say something?” she deadpanned, blinking lazily over at him as she turned.

He grunted curtly and gestured to the menu board outside. “Choose something already, or I’ll pick something for—”

“I’m not hungry.”

The man scoffed in exasperation and shook his head. “How am I not surprised?” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Despite her refusal, a bag of hot food was plopped in her lap a minute later. It wasn’t until the henchmen had already wolfed down their meals that she finally took a nibble of a hash brown she’d been allotted. It took the edge off the hunger pangs, but certainly not the nausea. She didn’t touch the muffin sandwich she’d been given. Keeping down the hash brown alone was tough enough, but it was decided she’d better eat while she had the chance.

She didn’t know how long they would be on the road. She never asked.

Come evening, the interstate had taken them across multiple state lines and she’d grown painfully bored of staring out the window at the ever-changing views and of listening to the latest twisted rendition of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Before another droning round of chants could recommence in the back, Shego commandeered the radio, finally shooting Dr. Drakken a hostile glare when he tried to stop her. His demand for quiet time went ignored.

The blue man groaned miserably as if she were subjecting him to torture as she scanned for an appealing station with the least static. It seemed everything was bound to get under his skin right now. “Put a sock in it,” she carped in reply to his noises of displeasure.

Done tweaking the radio, she idly investigated rest of the dashboard, switching on the air conditioner – it was a hot evening, and she’d never stopped burning up – and peeking in the empty ashtray in hopes of finding a cigarette butt to salvage. Curiosity drove her to poke around in the glovebox, maps and napkins hiding a few trivial items like a disposable camera, pocketknife, aspirin, pens, and a lighter.

The camera was quickly confiscated for flashing the man, which was to be expected. He was still blinking away the spots when he shook at it her, chiding her not to mess with his things. He threw the camera back in the glovebox and slammed it shut, only for her to pop it open again a second later to fish out the next item of interest.

He grunted his disapproval and grimaced, but otherwise kept his complaints to himself for the moment as Shego sat back to turn an old pocketknife over in her hands.

It looked like some novelty item a boy scout had dropped in a parking lot eons ago, and by some turn of events had found residence in Dr. Drakken’s glovebox with the rest of his junk. The aged handle had a dull finish and the metal was tarnished by rust, the blade’s hinge no exception. The edge was blunt, chipped, and bent.

Something flitting in the darkest reaches at the back of her mind eluded her efforts to call it forth into the light. Like a word on the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Her brow knitted together as she brushed her thumb back across the worn blade.

Dr. Drakken’s agitation got the better of him suddenly and he reached over to pluck it from her, grumbling, “Give me that. It’s not a toy.” He stuffed the dingy pocketknife into his pocket instead of tossing it in the compartment with the camera.

“It’s dull enough it might as well be,” Shego retorted, and kicked the glovebox shut herself as she threw her heels up on the dash. She expected the man to make another complaint as he watched her with narrowed eyes, but he kept his mouth shut.

She heaved a sigh and turned up the radio, sitting back to nod to the beat of any given song it had to offer.

As she listened, watching evening thunderheads build ahead, she couldn’t help picking out the occasional song she knew her brothers enjoyed. With nothing else to occupy herself, the drudgery of the trip was making her crack, and she caught herself humming and muttering along more as time drug on. She could only hold fast to her reservations for so long.

“You got a fast car. I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we make a deal,” she mouthed along idly, and her eyes stung with the unanticipated threat of tears. The memory of her dweeby brother Milo strumming along on their mother’s guitar filled her daydreams and made her chest ache.

Glaring at the console, she swallowed the lump in her throat and changed the station, but it was no better. Finding another was a lost cause when clear stations were few and far between.

She skewed her eyes shut, recalling videotaping Hugo just last year, standing before a foggy mirror in a towel with her hairbrush substituting for a microphone as he sang and danced with Cyndi Lauper playing over a boombox. She’d played hooky that day to catch him for blackmail. The home video was still hiding somewhere in their VHS library in the living room.

No matter what tunes came on, fond memories of her family came with them. There wasn’t a single hit on the air she hadn’t heard in their company.

As an electric guitar resounded over the speakers, Shego leaned back with a heavy sigh and mouthed, “Oh my god,” as she accepted the defeat. There was no way she was about to hit any high notes at a time like this, so she nodded along and mumbled to Welcome to the Jungle under her breath. She smirked to herself, thinking back to a time when her brothers had been too sheepish and uptight to admit to liking it.

Reciting the opening lines to herself, she turned up the volume and watched Dr. Drakken’s brow furrow in silent aggravation. Becoming a thorn in his side helped her forget about her brothers now. A devious smirk crossed her as nodding turned to rocking. She strummed the air playfully, but he was set on being a stick in the mud and refused to join in, so she threw a look back at the henchmen, taking notice of the youngest among them squirming just slightly with a knee bounce, a slight nod to the rhythm…

She’d found a new target.

Eyes on the henchman and nodding to him, she waited for a response as she tried to impishly coax out the young man’s playful side, but he only fidgeted with his hands as his face flushed red. She wasn’t sure if she was honestly flirting with the poor disciplined fellow or if she was doing it purely to push the driver’s buttons, gauging how much she could get away with.

She found out pretty quick – less than two minutes in, in fact – where the line was drawn when a particular sound slipped out while miming the suggestive utterance of the vocalist, aimed at Bobby or whatever his name was.

Dr. Drakken might have been busy watching the road, but he must have been keeping an eye on her antics too because he switched off the radio in the next instant and snapped his fingers with his glare fixed in the rearview mirror at the henchman directly behind him.

“Hey!” Shego objected in reflex, turning a sharp scowl at the grouchy blue man.

“Do you remember what I said last night?” Dr. Drakken asked suddenly. “About appropriate conduct?”

Her face heated. “Uhh,” was all she could utter. She found herself crossing her arms and frowning out at hay field, unhappy with reprimand and embarrassed to have last night’s near misconduct brought up.

Dr. Drakken made another of his weird grunts and rolled his eyes, shooting her an incredulous look. “I wish you could behave like a lady,” he said almost pleadingly. Shego couldn’t decide if it sounded more like a nice way of telling her to grow up or a request for modesty.

In any case, just for that, she slumped ungracefully and threw her feet back up on the dash. “Chill, geezer, I’m only playing,” she retorted.

His brow furrowed deeper at the comment and he flicked another frown her way. “I’m sorry, but I’d like my men focused on their tasks, not on getting a piece of ass from a coworker,” he bit back crudely. “And I know there’s someone back there with just that on his mind.”

Bobby or whoever shrank shamefully while the other two cocked their brows at him as if this were news to them.

Dr. Drakken flapped a hand dismissively. “They can cloud their heads on their own time,” he said with an air of distaste. “Same goes for you, but my men are off limits. Remind me to put that down in the contract.” He rubbed his temple with a pensive frown.

Shego raised her brow at him. Since when did wrong-doers abide by contracts? She didn’t question it aloud. Instead she snorted, “Wet blanket, much?”

He didn’t dignify it with a response.

After a minute of uncomfortable silence, she dropped her seat back a bit, a mischievous thought in mind as she leaned back. If messing with the boys was out, that left one man he hadn’t specified. She stretched her arms above her head and wrapped them around the headrest behind her, arching her back as she stretched and let a completely innocent sound slip from her lips a second time. The man beside her remained unfazed, though she felt a few roaming glances from those in the back, and she hastily realized with certainty that they weren’t the eyes she wanted checking her out after all.

A sense of shame set in quickly in the absence of interest in her puffed chest or the little wiggle of her hips. Heat bloomed over her face. What was she doing? She suddenly felt childish. In some small aggravating way, it was humbling to be reminded that she wasn’t as irresistible as she liked to believe. A little reassuring as well that the rogue doctor wasn’t some common pervert with the predictable shifty motives for spiriting a girl away.

The embarrassing display wasn’t worth it anyway. Her abdomen ached more than before, the throb reminding her of her treason. More than her ego was bruised.

Feeling dumb and frustrated, Shego didn’t wait for Dr. Drakken to decide when they’d earned radio time again. She pulled her go-bag from the floorboard, digging into the bottom of the backpack to find something to ease the silence. A walkman wasn’t exactly an essential, but she was glad she’d brought it along anyway. She pulled on her headphones and turned her eyes up to the sky.

Thunderheads were roiling overhead now, ugly and dark and turbulent, and looking much the same way her stomach felt. A bleak darkness had fallen with the downpour they were heading straight into now, which meant there would be even less to see.

She hadn’t heard the end of it from Dr. Drakken yet apparently, because when she dug into her bag again to find a pack of smokes he turned a challenging glare on her, which she glanced at and ignored. Popping a stick in her mouth and lighting it up with her own flame, she drew out the first drag and watched his eye twitch as she found yet another of his buttons to push.

Before she could react, he’d snatched the squashed pack of smokes from her hand and tossed them in the back, uncaring that it nearly struck one of the henchmen in the head.

Shego pushed her headphones back, shooting daggers over at the man. “Got a problem, dude?” she snapped.

“It’s impolite to smoke in the confined presence of non-smokers,” came his cold rational answer.

Slumping, Shego groaned loudly. “You have got to be kidding me. You’re all a bunch of pansies.”

“You can take a smoke break at the next gas station,” Dr. Drakken promised.

She groaned again in disdain, yet she took a last puff and smothered the cigarette in the unused ashtray without another word in complaint. It just wasn’t worth the effort. “Does anyone have any gum?” she asked instead.

The youngest henchman timidly pulled something from a pocket of his overalls and glanced to Dr. Drakken for a nod of approval before he handed Shego a stick. She was sure to make him regret it, abusing the small gesture by popping the gum as loud as she could for the sole purpose of grating the blue man’s nerves.

She had to be bored out of her mind if she was this dead set on harassing a guy who’d just bailed her out of her own personal hell and offered her a job with perks, but she decided he’d just have to excuse some misbehavior. It served him right anyway for shutting off the radio and spoiling any entertainment she might find on this damn trip.

At one point he had to push her back over to her seat as she was hovering too close for comfort, leaned too far over the center console to study the needle of the illuminated gas gauge creeping closer to E. Granted, she was also fishing for a reaction whilst smacking on gum.

One of the henchmen leaned forward then, and she heard him mutter to Dr. Drakken, “Are you sure you can take on a kid?” The comment stung, but blasting the henchman in the face would prove nothing.

Dr. Drakken rubbed at his temple. “It’s a phase,” he responded in a grumble, speaking about her as if she weren’t even there.

Shego passed up the smoke break offer at the gas station, just as hesitant to leave the rig as she’d been all day.

There did come a point amidst a break in the storm however when she finally willingly climbed out, taking advantage of the stretch break in the parking lot of a roadside coffeehouse on the way out of a small town they’d detoured through. She’d only been comfortable enough to leave the vehicle without fear of being ditched when the crew boss walked off to the order window, his men following eagerly like a line of ducklings.

She shouldn’t have reflexively turned down another offer for sustenance, and she was inwardly berating herself for it. After a minute of watching the crew dilly-dally and contemplate the selection, she gravitated toward them.

Cutting the line, she went straight to Dr. Drakken’s side at the window. She didn’t sugarcoat her demands. “Can I get an apple fritter?” she asked flatly, giving his sleeve a tug.

His eyes narrowed unjustly at the barista rather than the source of his agitation. “I don’t care what you buy,” he dismissed.

She snaked an arm around his elbow then. “I don’t have any cash on me.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie,” he dismissed, and Shego shifted her stance to lean against him and waited. After another moment of scowling at the menu as if in a tense standoff with it, he breathed loudly through his nose and looked over to her. “Nnng, fine. Whatever you want, I don’t care. Just get off of my foot.”

Obliging, Shego smirked, feeling quite pleased with herself. “Apple fritter and medium latte,” she chirped to the barista.

“And I’ll have a co—hot chocolate,” he stuttered. “And a scone…”

Shego was about to remark if he had a caffeine aversion too to go with his anti-smoking policy when snickers from the crew broke out, and she glanced over her shoulder instead. The muffled laughter didn’t go unnoticed by Dr. Drakken, because he shook her off his arm and whirled on them. “Is there a joke you’d like to share with the class, Lux?” he sneered at the larger man, arms crossed and fingers tapping.

The men clammed up and the middle guy – Lux – muttered sheepishly, “No, boss.”

Shego took in the sight – three cringing men dressed like janitors submitting to a guy no more threatening than themselves with his rumpled blue suit and disheveled mullet – and she wondered what Dr. Drakken had ever done to earn the respect. He could put on a fierce villain-worthy glare, but besides that, what could they have to fear other than being fired?

She probably should have taken their ducked heads as a warning sign, but she smirked up at her blue escort instead. “I’d like to know what was so funny,” she egged as he turned back to the window to pay.

He waved her off with a grunt. She took her half of the order from the barista as Dr. Drakken stalked off to scarf down his.

As she followed, one of the goons gave her a tiny tap on the shoulder, and she paused to shoot a look back at the youngest of the henchman.

“Cocoa moo,” he whispered behind his hand with a nod to Dr. Drakken, and she got the sense there was an inside joke she was missing.

The inside joke had infected her brain in the time it took her to cross the parking lot. She was sure she’d never heard the term before, yet it rang a bell, and the bell continued to toll as she leaned in through the passenger-side window.

The blue man was back behind the wheel, leaned against his own open window as he watched passing traffic and sipped his hot chocolate. Shego watched him and the lights flickering off the lenses of his glasses, and she chewed slow and pensive as the bell chimed away from the back of her head.

Shego finished her apple fritter before wondering aloud, “What’s cocoa moo?” Sure, she had a hunch, but hearing him say it might prove entertaining.

She smirked at the man’s tensing shoulders, but then he rolled his eyes and huffed. “Chocolate milk,” he answered flatly.

“And that gets your goat?” she scoffed, but the bell was ringing louder.

As she raised her latte to take another sip, the sleeve of her sweater slipped down, and the bruising of her restraints from this morning became hard to see past.

Shego didn’t hear his answer. Her heart was beginning to pound, and caffeine wasn’t to blame. The blood drained from her face like the tide before a tsunami. He said something louder to get her attention, something questioning, and her eyes darted up to his face.

She dropped her latte on the ground and was yanking open the door in the next instant, climbing in on her knees as she had last night to grab his face. He shouted in surprise this time, nearly spilling his hot cocoa when she grabbed him to snatch off his glasses.

“Excuse me!” he spat beneath her, offended, but she barely heard his protest as she stared at the ugly twisted scar curving beneath his left eye, the old stitch poorly healed over.

A long-forgotten fever dream rushed back to her.

“You!” was all she could sputter. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she leapt away when he grabbed for her sore wrists. She slammed the door to put something between them, hands flaring with a green blaze oozing between her fingers, a misfire leaving an ugly dent in the door.

From a distance now and ready to fire, to shoot to kill or whatever it took, she shouted, “Who are you!”

The blue man rubbed a cheek where her nails had left little indents. “Dr. Drakken,” he slowly enunciated, palms exposed in peace as he eyed her hazardous hands. “That hurts, you know,” he went on, not sounding too wounded. She could change that. “I introduced myself and gave you my card and everything – I thought you’d know my name by now. You’ve only been riding shotgun with me the past few days.”

From the corner of her eye, she caught the henchmen abandoning their orders as they took notice of the commotion. They weren’t charging in to Dr. Drakken’s defense yet – good – if they did – they’d regret it, if they lived.

Blood thundered in her ears. “That’s not what I mean!” she spat at the wide-eyed blue man. “Stop fucking with me. What is this? Some kind of revenge scheme? Where are you taking me?”

“Put those away, Shego,” he coaxed, gently gesturing with his hands for her to lower hers. He didn’t need to talk slowly to her like a damn mental patient. “We’re going back to my office—”

Henchmen sneaking up on her didn’t go unseen, and she took a leap away from them, jumping back toward Dr. Drakken and the SUV as he shouted at them to halt.

Her heart was hammering, chest heaving, her breaths coming in short erratic gasps. Panic was fire in her blood. She’d fought alone before – what was so she so afraid of now? Maybe it was the fact a man had just stepped out of one of her worst nightmares, and she’d been foolish enough to throw her life away for him – and now she was surrounded and hundreds of miles from help. But she had her fire this time, and combat training. She wasn’t helpless.

She whipped back around to the blue man. “You kidnapped me,” she accused, reeling.

“What are you going on about?” he nearly laughed. “You came with me on your own accord. Remember?”

“I remember how you got that scar,” she spat venomously. “I didn’t forget that.” Well, maybe she had a little – the memories of the worst days of her life were awfully dim. But now, it came back to her in broken bits and pieces – namely being smuggled out of a laboratory by a young doctor only to deliver gratitude in the form of a blade to the face in a blind panic. The whole ordeal had long been chalked up to a bad dream, and no one ever talked about it after that because there were more important things to worry about than how she’d come to be found in a rest stop hundreds of miles from the lab where she’d been sent have her newfound freak powers studied.

Shego swore she could feel the knife in her clutch, sticky with blood as it had been all those years ago, but there was only glowing plasma seeping from her fists now.

Dr. Drakken’s eyes went dark now as he touched his face again, and she was braced to blast his head off when he reached for the floorboard – but it wasn’t for a gun or anything harmful. Only his glasses, which he pushed back up onto his nose. He fixed a glare on the henchmen still looming behind her and gave them a wordless nod to send them off. When they’d retreated out of earshot, he leveled his dark stare on her.

“Shego, get in. I think we need to have a chat.”

She was hesitant to approach, but the man kept his hands in sight, placed on the wheel. She didn’t get in though. Only leaned through the window. “What do you want with me?” she asked lowly, hating how her voice shook as she crossed her arms to reign in the urge to blast him.

“We’ve been over this. Nothing’s changed,” he said evenly. “I’m not out to double-cross you—”

“That’s exactly what a double-crosser would say.” Her paranoia wouldn’t be brushed away so easy with smooth talk. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Why do you think?” he said with a sick amusement in his snort. “I was only curious how long until you figured it out yourself. I didn’t mean anything by it. It took you a little while, but well done, Shego. Do you want a gold star with that?”

She remained impervious to the dry flattery. Her nails dug into her arms as she growled her displeasure and glowered harshly at him.

Dr. Drakken’s eyes flicked down to her hands, but then a toothy smile crossed his mug anyway. “Honestly, I should be thanking you,” he chuckled, turning to inspect gnarly scar in the rearview mirror. “Sure, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but it’s helped to pull my look together quite well. So, it was a fair trade.”

“Repaying you for busting me out by stabbing you in the face was a fair trade?” she scoffed skeptically.

He shrugged. “For starters, someone feared me for the first time in my life,” he said casually. “One might say you gave me a taste for it.”

Her skin crawled as she digested his statement. She wanted to blast him for the remark, but she recoiled instead, gripping the door as the jade glow began to bubble from her hands again. “Are you saying you get off on preying on helpless girls?” she hissed. “You molested—”

“Hey, now! I never laid a hand on you,” he shot vehemently, quick to snap back in defense. “Not in that way, anyway.”

“You were breathing in my face and touching me when I was unconscious,” she retorted with a hostile lilt. She wasn’t the only one raising her voice now. She didn’t remember everything – but she remembered that much. It was a long time ago. The details were sketchy.

Dr. Drakken flung his hands above the wheel in exasperation. “You sleep like the dead! I was afraid you were dead! You wouldn’t wake up. I was doing you a favor by taking off that damn electric collar. Ungrateful brat.”

Collar – she vaguely remembered a collar, but not so much how it came off. She tried to rekindle a rage. “I warned you they were coming and kept my mouth shut about you,” she defended. At least, she was pretty sure she did. “Don’t fuck with me, Dr. Drakken, because I’ll have you know—”

“Yes, yes,” he interrupted impatiently. “You’re far more potent and dangerous than before. I know this. That’s part of the appeal, frankly.”

Taken aback, her heating hands cooled and her brow smoothed just slightly. “If you know I’m a bigger threat, then why are you coming back for me now?” she uttered, bewildered.

The man shook his head in exasperation. He took his hands off the wheel, and she almost snarled at him to keep them where she could see them, but he only crossed his arms over his chest to slump back.

“I didn’t come to Go City for you,” said Dr. Drakken. “It just so happened that you caught my eye again. Only this time I think I’m ready for you. I’d still like to have your firepower on my side and you need somewhere to go. We both have something to offer the other here.” He gestured to the air between them, fixing her in his deep scowl. “What do you say? Do we still have a deal, Miss Go?”

She eyed him, weighing the risks and how trustworthy a villain could be. If he’d wanted revenge – well, he could have done something by now. He’d had opportunities but he hadn’t taken advantage of them. She didn’t rule out the possibility he was only biding his time to get her back to his lair, where most villains kept their contraptions that passed as torture devices.

Time would tell.

In the end, she decided she’d extended her trust in him this long. A little longer, a few more state lines, or however long it would take, wouldn’t hurt. She was a big girl and she had an innate means of defense. She could handle herself if this decision lead her into trouble.

“It’s Shego,” she reminded crossly.

Dr. Drakken hummed pleasantly in lieu of a laugh and turned the key in the ignition, signaling it was time to go. He’d won, and the bastard knew it.

Shego laid claim once more to the shotgun seat beside him.

 A/N:

So this chapter was amputated from the last fic, but then it took root and took off.

It's meant to be ups and downs in their younger years, because I really like the idea that they were friends (or more? ;3) before they toughened up and got serious, like they legitimately were the old married couple by the time show took place. LOL I have my reasons. Selfish selfish self-indulgent reasons, because this was never meant to see the light of day.

It's sort of a everything's-the-same-except-AU inspired by a few minor details in the show, although I'm trying not to go against anything that the show itself could disprove. I take info from interviews with a grain of salt.

[alicentsstark]

Emails Through Family Part 1. 

NOTES: Another prompt by the lovely @disneyevilprincessblog  There will be another part, part 2!  If ya got more Drakgo or Villainstafam prompts send them my way, more than happy to write them! 

Hope you guys enjoy it!

Athena only met one of her grandparents, which was Drakken’s mom. Nana Lipsky was dotting on Athena and later on Eric, her two precious grandchildren she would say pinching their cheeks. But Shego’s parents, let alone family was a mystery that Athena was scared to ask about.

The information that Athena picked up on Shego’s past was as followed: She was half Mexican on her mom’s side and half caucasian on her dad’s side. She spoke pretty fluent Spanish, could understand it fairly well considering the villainess watched Mexican Telenovelas once or twice while drinking beer on the couch while Drakken worked on another machine for world domination. That was all that Athena knew about the woman’s past, that was until an email helped her out.

When Athena gets bored, she likes to sometimes snoop around either Drakken’s or Shego’s email accounts. Today, it was Shego’s account, scrolling through old emails until a ping announced that one new email came through. Curious, Athena clicked on it.

From: wgogo@yahoo.com

To: sgo1724@yahoo.com

Subject: Don’t delete!

Sasha, it’s Wesley. Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be contacting you since you never send a reply. I wish you would, at least let me come over and see you. Well, let’s see what new things are happening since you left home.

Mami is fighting with Mrs. Rojas again. And yes, Mrs. Rojas is still alive and still the reincarnation of La Llorona. Papi is currently doing a new gardening project for the backyard, I’ll be helping him out and try to rope in Miles to help as well. They still keep your room the same, changed it a bit but otherwise still the same obnoxious color, grey with the black and white curtains. Still, don’t know why you decided on that color....

Mami and Papi are still holding out hope that you’ll talk to them. They miss you. Miles is deflecting answering any questions about you, I think it’s better for him to not think about you, at least that’s my vibe from him. Henry... You know Henry, making a name for himself as GO City’s new crime fighter and CEO. Don’t know how his big ass head can fit through any doorframes ha ha ha. As for your little and favorite (don’t roll your eyes, you know it’s true!) I’m currently pursuing a career as a writer, hammering out my novel. Can’t tell you what it is, gotta keep it a secret hermana.

I wish you’d at least send a hello. Talk to you again soon.

Tu hermanito,

Wes Go

Athena was very glad that Eric was taking a nap because if he found her reading Shego’ s emails, the little boy would no doubt be snitching on her already. Mama’s boy, She thought.

Hermana? Hermano? She searched it up on google translate and put pieces together.

This was Shego’s brother! Younger brother, no less!

Her name was Sasha? Sasha! If only Athena could call her that in person but she knew that the woman would try to melt her metallic face off. She wanted to know more, so did something that might be considered stupid and bold.

Athena answered the email.

To: wgogo@yahoo.com

From: sgo1724@yahoo.com

Hi! This is Athena. I’m your niece, Sasha’s daughter. It’s a lot to take in, I know but if you want to talk more and without me getting in trouble my email is athensski@yahoo.com, I’ll be more than happy to answer everything! Oh and don’t reply back to her once you are done reading this, just use mine!

-Athena Lipsky

She clicked send and waited for him to reply.

He replied a few minutes later, a notification showing up on her phone. She was glad she deleted the email that Wes sent on Shego’s computer before she got back.

Eagerly, Athena opened it up.

Reply-To: athenslipsky@yahoo.com

Subject: Niece???

Wow... so my sis is your mom! Didn’t even know she gave birth to a kid!? So did your mom Elop with your dad? How old are you? I’m still surprised! Why don’t we meet? I’d like to meet my niece! Maybe I can take you to see your grandparents! Do you even know who your grandparents are? Has your mom even told you about who she is and her family? Probably not, knowing my sister. Let me know when you’d like to meet face-to-face, I’m fine talking through emails kid.

Your Tio,

Wes Go :)

This was crazy but she wanted to know more. So, Athena continued to chat with her Tio Wes, as she called him. Shego and Drakken merely thought Athena was chatting with her friends, not knowing the full truth.

She finally met her Tio, when they decided to meet face-to-face at the lair. He wanted to meet her while also wanting to finally face Shego. Athena agreed, she was nervous at first but Wes told her, “I’ll take the fall kid, don’t worry.”

The day it came, Athena let Wes into the lair, greeting him with a hug.

The man was around a couple feet taller than Shego, maybe the exact height as Drakken but Athena wasn’t sure. He had some facial similarities like Shego, the same bone structure for their faces, eye colors, and straight hair. Only Wes’ hair was a brown color unlike Shego’s who had dark coloring for her hair, almost black.

“Hey!” He hugged her before Athena let him inside. He wore a red leather jacket, black t-shirt with Nirvana on the front, blue jeans and converse. His hair was cut short, his wavy hair prominent. Athena thought that it made him look a bit badass.

“Who is it?”  Shego’s voice announced her presence, sounding annoyed at whoever Athena let in. Turning the corner she stopped, looking at the two figures who were walking towards her. Eric, who was behind Shego carried by Drakken stopped to look at the people.

“What are you doing here?” She said in a low voice that probably no one could hear. Except for the other super-powered person in the room. Wes smiled sadly as if he knew this would be the initial reaction to this surprise. “What? Can’t an uncle get to know his niece and nephew?” He said in an innocent voice, one that he knew his sister hated.

Shego’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Athena. She was going to explain everything to her... right after Shego explained this to Drakken and Eric.

Wes sat at the table, with a glass of water while the small family was holed up in the kitchen. Shego was hunched over the sink, trying to wrap her mind over the fact that her baby brother was in her home.

“Why did you let him in here?” She asked Athena without turning around. Silence enveloped him as she waited for an answer. “I just wanted to know about your life.” was the answer Athena mumbled.

“So he’s your brother,” Drakken asked as he balanced Eric on his hip. “My younger brother. I have two older brothers, Henry and my twin Miles.”

She heard Drakken mutter, “There’s a male version of you?” Before dramatically shuddering drawing a giggle from the kids. Shego rolled her eyes.

“Anything else that I should know about you?” Drakken said. Athena piped up, a smile on her face. “Her name is Sasha.”

Her hands flared with green flames as she pivoted on her heel to face the three people. Drakken had a small smirk on his face. “Sasha? Pretty name.” He said, knowing full well he’ll call her that later. Shego grounded her molars before walking past them to face Wes. She told them to stay put, even as Athena tried to protest, she silenced her with a look before going to where her brother was.

She joined him at the table, sitting down in front of him. 

“So,” Wes said. “You have kids. I’m guessing they aren’t baptized?” Shego snorted.”So, I’m guessing you got old.” Her little brother grinned as if telling her,  guilty as charged.

“No, they aren’t and probably never will.” She said making Wes look at her with mock-horror. “Whatever happened to the goody-two-shoes of the family? The altar girl, Sasha Roberta Go?” He said in a sing-songy voice.

“Oh please, as if I was the only kid in the family that did the altar job, Wesley. I remember you complaining to Mami about not wanting to show up to that wedding once.” She shot back at her brother before realizing that Wes gave them her full name, out loud for the two people in the kitchen who were wide awake to hear. She hoped Eric was asleep.

Fuck.

“Your middle name is Roberta? Sasha Roberta Go?” Drakken practically cackled loudly from the kitchen along with Athena suppressing a giggle. “And I thought my middle name sounded old, ah!”

“It still does compare to mine, Drew Stephen Lipsky.” She snarkily shouted to the older man.

Silence took over both siblings, as Shego realized how grown-up her baby brother looked. How old was he now? She thought and felt a pang of guilt at not keeping up with his birthday, let alone life. Wes smiled at her, the boyish look on his face that she recognized.

“You don’t answer my emails. Took a kid, your kid by the way and finally get to see you after what? How many years has it been since we’ve seen each other?” Shego could tell there were hints of sadness and frustration that was bubbling underneath. She didn’t blame him. “Do you know how hurt Mama and Papa were after you left? We thought you were kidnapped or...” He paused, not wanting to tell her, “or died” was the underlining, unspoken word.

“Wes,” She began. “I just-I couldn’t be a part of this anymore. Be a team, Henry looming over each of us and wanting to be committed to this life while the other one is passing by? I was done and so I rebelled!”

“So, you decided to turn to a life of crime instead?” He said incredulously. It dawned on Shego that maybe her family may know about what she has been doing ever since she left and for the first time, Shego was truly terrified at what her parent’s reactions may be. “They don’t know. Mami and Papi, they don’t know that you are a criminal. Had to stop them from coming with me to meet their grandkids-”

“Wait a minute.” She hissed at her brother. “They know?!”

“Of course they know! Jesus, Sasha you thought I wasn’t going to tell our parents that their only daughter is alive and has a family? Do you know how much Mami cried when she found out?” He shouted. His body glowing a light hue red, indicating that he was about split into ‘two Wesleys’. He usually did this, when his emotions were high, as all the Go siblings did when that occurred sparking off their powers from the rigid control they maintained. His eyes, the same shade of brown that she had were welling up with tears and truth be told Shego felt a lump in her throat as she pushed it down. “Miles and Henry, I haven’t talked to them with them busy with their lives. Please, Sasha.”

“I don’t know if I can.” It was the unspoken truth that she buried down in her soul ever since she left her family behind. She wiped away the tears that started falling down her cheeks. Wesley hesitantly grabbed her hand. “They hate me, I don’t blame them if they do Wes.”

He shook his head. “No Sasha. It’s not like that, don’t do this to yourself again, don’t isolate yourself.”

Shego let out a shaky breath looking up at Wes. “I can’t go home.”

“Es lo que todos estan diciendo o nomas tu hermana?” He replied in Spanish. Wes got up, the chair loudly scrapping the floor signaling that he was leaving, his eyes angry yet pained as he looked at his older sister. “It’s time for me to go.”

Shego didn’t say anything as Athena and Drakken came out of the kitchen. She didn’t look at them just stared at her brother. 

“Your leaving?” Athena sounded disappointed, her face crestfallen. Wes gave her a smile, telling her that he would be around town if she’d like to hang out, which the teen eagerly agreed too. “Maybe all three of us could go hang out?” She looked so hopeful but Wes shook her head, crushing her dreams. 

“I don’t think so, Athena. Your mom and I... It’s a bit difficult for us to be in the same room right now.” He said. 

Shego spoke up and instantly plunged the knife deeper with her words, “It might be for the best. Adios Wes.” 

Since the time she left her siblings that day, Shego hadn’t felt this bad. And for a split moment she could almost hear little Wesley Go crying out her name when she walked out the door. 

It rang in her ears like a bell, mocking her. She deserved it anyway. 

Shego was laying on the bed when Drakken came in. She made it very clear after her brother left that she wanted to be left alone and that nobody under any circumstance come inside.

Whatever happened between the Go siblings, the talk that they both had, Drakken noted, left Shego rattled.

He quietly made his way over to her noticing another figure sitting on the floor near the bed. Athena sat, looking a bit defeated. He couldn’t blame the poor girl, trying to reunite Shego’s family and learning some backstory to the villainess only for it to backfire. The girl looked up from her moping and gave the scientist a half-hearted smile. 

He looked at Shego’s form, everything screaming melancholy. Her dark hair, usually loose was in a messy top bun. She was wearing black leggings and his black AC/DC t-shirt which looked more like a nighttime gown on her. She didn’t acknowledge them, just laid on the bed in silence with her eyes screwed shut.

On her side of the bed, played music from her phone. Some old eighties Spanish song. He had no idea what they were saying, noticing how Shego’s fingers tapped to the tempo on the bed. 

Que difícil tiempo para amar Here dando miedo Donde sueño libertad Tengo que callar una vez más Mis palabras sobran Donde hablan los demás

Me falta edad y sin embargo No soy solo la mitad de un sentimiento No soy eco soy sonido Soy un punto en el camino Lo que  fuiste  alguna  vez Mírame, sienteme soy de carne y hueso

“It’s my fault isn’t it?” Athena said, picking at her jeans. Drakken patted her knee in sympathy. “I just thought that they could reunite and I could get to know her a bit better. Guess that was a dumb idea.”

The song continued into the chorus, it sounded like an 80s ballad. He knew it was the eighties because he was familiar with those types of songs from the decade but not Spanish ones like Shego. 

Maybe it was one she heard before? He certainly had never heard of the song before.

No soy un reflejo y no es malo lo que siento Mira soy cuestión de tiempo Mírame, sienteme soy de carne y hueso No soy un reflejo hoy, es hoy mi propio vuelo Mira soy cuestión, de tiempo

“No, I say it's brave. Not foolish, I think you even got farther than I did when I tried digging for stuff about her past,” He said to the robot. “So yes, it was brave.”

They stayed in silence until Drakken broke it. “Do you know what song this is? Who sang it?”

Athena shook her head. “No.”

“It’s Timbiriche,” Shego’s voice startled them. She moved around the bed and was now sitting up, her legs dangling over the bed next to Drakken. She was sitting up, strands of dark hair covered her face and when she spoke her voice sounded scratchy as if Shego had stopped herself from crying. But that wouldn’t be correct when noticing her face, her eyes were a bit puffy and reddish. Neither Athena nor Drakken commented on that in fear that she would scream at them or worse.

“What’s a Timbiriche?” Athena asked. Shego sniffed. “It was a band from the early eighties in Mexico, my mom played their songs a lot when I was growing up.”

She went quiet once again as the song continued playing.

Shego seemed to be lost in her thoughts, tapping her fingers to the rhythm of the song that was playing on her thigh. 

“I’m sorry,” Athena said to the older woman. “ It’s okay Athena. Maybe it was for the best, me and my siblings-we haven’t contacted each other for obvious reasons.”

“Which are?” Drakken asked. 

“Trying not to kill each other, but that’s only the older siblings. But I guess I can add Wes to that list of fractured relationships now.” SHe chuckled. 

Athena spoke up, turning to face Shego. “It doesn’t have to be. Maybe you guys can sit down again, talk things through. You seem to care about him and you seemed to miss everyone.” Shego narrowed her eyes. “how did you-?”

Athena grinned rather cheekily. “Robot remember?”

Shego sighed rubbing her face before responding to the offer. “Maybe. But you’ll be coming with me, considering you started this mess in the first place. Can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She really couldn’t but, inside somewhere Sasha Go was still that stubborn goody-two-shoes girl that did love her family no matter how much pain they were and no matter how much she tried to push them away. They would somehow come back to her. 

It was an endless cycle with the siblings, one that would come back to Shego no matter how much she fought it. Maybe it was God trying to tell her something? Whoever it was, Shego knew what she had to do. 

She just hoped she hadn’t ruined to the point where it would be unfixable. 

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

Drakgo Fic - Gap

Drakken feels weird about how much older he is than Shego when meeting her friends.

Drew Theodore P. Lipsky AKA the infamous Dr. Drakken had overcome many obstacles in his life.  He fought Kim Possible more times than he could count (and he could count pretty high). He managed to evade punishment for his many dastardly deeds in the past. Even when he was captured, prison wasn’t that bad; a Hannibal Lecter-esque high tech cell that sounded alarms every time his back popped is quite cozy once you get used to the electronic hum. Although, meeting his wife’s best friends was one obstacle he wasn’t sure he could conquer successfully.

Drakken had already met Shego’s immediate family with mixed results within the first few months of them dating. Not that Shego cared if he met her family but she couldn’t deny how awkward it would be if the first time they met her husband was at the wedding (even if they did elope). Her brother Heath turned up the machismo and pulled the ‘if you hurt my baby sister blah blah blah…” Michael seemed annoyed that he was dragged into this and had better things to do. The twins Wesley and William didn’t care, just a quick hi and they ran off to play. Her mother, Kate, thankfully, seemed to be the only one with a good head on her shoulders and only a little intimidating. Her father, well, Shego hasn’t spoken to him in a long time. He was invalid in her mind. Drakken meeting her friends was an actual priority for Shego. It took some orchestrating since they went to different colleges and lived in different states but finally made it work for a long weekend together.

They were throwing a small housewarming party. For many years, home was a lab that happened to have living quarters for Drakken and Shego and barracks for the henchman. Now, the lab was across town. Global Justice didn’t like them on too long of a leash. They managed to get out many of their personal belongings from all the past lairs (after GJ checked them of course) before destroying the lairs. That didn’t stop Drakken from starting a new lab down in the basement…

He didn’t know what to expect at first. The Mothman? A Chupacabra? A pack of wild wolves? Drakken couldn’t imagine Shego having normal friends, especially when her life changed drastically at such a young age. So, he did some sleuthing. Okay, okay, he searched Shego’s friend's list on Facebook. If he had an actual lab at home, he could unleash his real computer skillz.

Savannah Coffman, 27, BFA in visual arts, working towards her Masters, both from CalArts; unemployed.

Jill Nesbitt, 26, BBA, owns her own business in New Orleans. One citation for yelling ‘come at me, bro!’ at a living statue street performer.

Okay, nothing too alarming.

As their arrival time drew near, Commodore Puddles was put outside in the fenced backyard with water and plenty of toys to keep him busy. He really did not like company. When the doorbell rang, he started barking furiously and running back and forth to each side gate and back to the backdoor. How dare those filthy humans not let him have his prey!

“Don’t be weird,” Shego whispered harshly, before opening the door.

“Stephanie!” Jill and Savannah screeched, excitedly.

They enveloped Shego in a tight hug. Drakken was surprised that Shego didn’t seem to mind, even reciprocated. She didn’t let just anybody touch her. There were times when she wasn’t crazy that he was hugging her.

Drakken stood there in awkwardly as they greeted each other, complimenting each other’s looks and remarking on how long it had been since they last seen each other.

“Guys,” Shego said, nodding her head towards Drakken.

“Wow, you aren’t what I was expecting,” Jill said.

“Thanks?” Drakken replied, not sure how to take it.

Savannah studied him, “Yeah, I guess I expected the tall and dark type.”

“Yeah,” Jill added, “You guys were evil and whatnot at one point. You kinda look like my dad, but on a bad day.”

“I mean, he has a scar…”

“He got it from shaving,” Shego said, barely holding back laughter.

Jill got very close to Drakken’s face, who tried to lean away “What’s with the blue veins?” She asked Shego.

“Okay!” Shego interrupted, “This is Drew.” She said as she pulled Jill away from him.

They exchanged awkward hellos. Drakken already wanted to find a cave and hide.

Shego quickly ushered them into the living room while handing Drakken the bottle of wine Jill had brought that was forgotten in the welcoming frenzy. He had always wanted to see New Orleans, he thought as he set out to make the drinks. Shego was more of a Jack and Diet Coke kinda gal.

“Shit Steph, you have an actual place. I practically live in a closet above my shop.” Jill said.

“Same.  Student Housing.” Savannah added.

“Don’t follow my example,” Shego warned, throwing herself on the couch with her legs across it.

As Drakken prepared their drinks, the women talked hurriedly and loudly in excitement and howled with laughter. It sounded like a coven of crazed witches planning their next ritual. He was just really glad that Shego was having fun.

He brought in the drinks and sat down next to Shego, moving her legs. She scowled at him as he did so but ignored her.

“Steph, look what I found,” Jill said, pulling out a worn, furry blue photo album.

Shego’s nickname hit his ears. She was very selective with who she let address her by her real name or any part of it.

She gasped in recognition as Jill and Savannah crowded around them.

Drakken peered over Shego’s shoulder. There were pictures of the young girls at sleepovers with butterfly clips in their hair, first days of school on sunny mornings, them pulling faces in a school hallway in front of lockers (Shego had braces?!), a group picture of them at prom and at graduation. A picture taken of the girls at a dance in line for the Cha-Cha Slide with Shego dressed tight jeans, focusing on her footwork. Shego was blonde at one point!? Shego with a purple streak in her thick, raven hair, Shego and her friends scowling at the camera with thick black eyeliner circling their eyes. Shego with alternative, teased hair, sticking her tongue out.

“No!” Shego howled, covering her face in embarrassment, “Burn that thing! It’s too cringey!”

Damn. Even some of his teenage photos were in black and white. Was their age gap that severe? Some of the slang Shego used sounded like a foreign language to him.    What if they had kids? Drakken didn’t want to senile before his child’s graduation.

Their age difference of ten or so years never truly crossed his mind until then. As much as they were opposites in personality, they agreed on many things. Just different enough to keep things interesting, similar enough to keep a relative peace. In fact, the only time age was an issue was with the radio setting, when Drakken wanted to listen to the 70’s or 80’s station and Shego would roll her eyes and call the music corny. That, or have no idea who was playing.

Drakken had long ago accepted the fact that Shego was way out of his league, that he was the picture of a flattered fool. Even though he was a scientist, and scientists are taught to question everything, he chose not to. He knew Shego loved him and that she was trustworthy. Still, things got to him.

“Hey, Doc, has Steph told you about the time she tripped during eight grade graduation and knocked down our entire line?”

“No, no, no,” Jill said waving her hand excitedly and putting her glass down on the coffee table. “Remember the time she projectile vomited all over Amberlynn in tenth grade and everyone called her puky-lynn until we graduated?”

“Well, she was being a bitch and I had the stomach flu. It was just good timing,” Shego replied casually, playing with her hair.

“You should have seen it! She looked like the kid from the Exorcist!”

“And she looked so proud of herself afterward!”

“I was proud of myself afterward!

They lost themselves in stories of teachers; the good, the bad and the ugly, field trips and other school memories. Feeling self-conscious, Drakken excused himself with little notice from the women.

Shego, however, noticed and could tell something was wrong. She gave him some time before slipping away while Jill and Savannah argued about who really stole Savannah’s rainbow gel pen in fourth grade. Spoiler alert, it was Shego.

She found her husband in the bedroom, “What? Do we have cooties or something?” She teased as she sat down next to him.

Drakken was lost in thought, not looking at his wife. “Am I really that old?” He finally asked, not exclusively to Shego.

Shego scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Are we really doing this?”

“Yes! I feel like I’m robbing the cradle!”

“You need to chill. Don’t put much stock into what Jill says. I’m not entirely sure she’s human.”

That got a chuckle from the scientist.

“Has anyone who we actually like cared about our age gap?” Shego urged.

“Well, Mother was concerned- “

Shego cut him of dismissively, “She doesn’t count. Look, we’ve been through a lot of stuff together. How many times have we been separated because one of us was in jail and yet we got right back to where we were like it never happened? Drew. I hate to admit these kinda things, but you are more mature and wiser than me. How often do I rush into something stupid and you pull me back, telling me to think?”

The time she wanted to spend a good chunk of her bank account on a new purse when what she really needed was a new pair of boots for her suit came to mind.

And the time she really wanted to go BASE jumping while she was recovering from a concussion brought on by Ron Stoppable.

And anytime she speeds or runs a red light.

Despite all the stress he felt worrying for her general safety, she did keep things interesting.

“Not just that, remember the time we decided we wanted to go see the Northern Lights on the spur of the moment and we just kept traveling for nearly a month? Or that mosh pit at the Ghost concert last Halloween? Naked Twister?  What about Rex the crocodile? She wouldn’t have survived if we didn’t take care of her for that month after she was injured in that hurricane. Tell me, would some broad your age go for all those things? I’m even including the crazy and exciting things we did and still get to do as part of our jobs!” She said.

Shego sat down on Drakken’s lap, wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes, “You aren’t the type of guy I’d date, let alone marry, but those guys were actual idiots. I don’t know how they’re still alive, whether from forgetting to breathe or staring at the sun for too long. I found out that I want substance in a guy and to have an actual conversation with my significant other. I found out that that’s what I want.”

Drakken smiled contently, “Thank you, Stephanie. I love you.”

“I love you, Drew.”

They sealed their proclamations with a kiss.

“You’re still a doofus though,” Shego said once they pulled away.

Drakken groaned. She could only be so nice.

“Are we good?” She asked.

Drakken nodded.

“Great, because Amberlynn lives around here and we’re gonna go egg her house,” Shego said, grinning deviously.

“I’ll drive and get my bat to knock over her mailbox!” Drakken replied giddily.

��See? We’re still a perfect team!”

[sweet-or-sarcastic]

Drakgo: 28-34

Thank you for giving me so many, I’m pumped!

#28 Who is the book worm? 

Shego. I feel like its just fandom canon that she’s a huge English nerd. In every lair, Shego demands a library filled with classics. She thoroughly enjoys literature from all genres and is a Shakespeare stan (come on she’s a villain, she has to love drama). She reads stuff that even Drakken admits he probably wouldn’t understand, but that just makes him more attracted to her (my girlfriend’s a linguist genius, in your face!) Whenever he sees her deep in a book, usually in casual clothing with her hair in a messy bun, it makes his heart swell. 

#29 Who is the better cook?

Do I really have to answer this one? It’s fandom canon regardless of who you ship Shego with that she sucks at cooking. Drakken is patient with her though and only wants to see her improve. When you somehow burn rice, the only place to go is up!

#30 Who likes long walks on the beach?

Shego. She loves sand, sun, and surf. Drakken could honestly care less for the beach (he would rather be coming with a new scheme) but he gets to hold her hand so… it’s all good.

#31 Who is more affectionate?

It’s probably a back and forth thing. Drakken wants to hold her and kiss her as much as he can but he’s also afraid that she doesn’t want all that affection (ehh she does) As for Shego, yeah, in general, she’s not often the most touchy-feely person but when she’s in a mood, she can’t keep her hands off of the Doc. 

#32 Who like to have a really (deep) conversation?

Drakken usually initiates it, but Shego’s the one that causes those “oh shit” moments to happen. I’m sure after graduation, these two had many deep conversations to figure their shit out

#33  Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Drakken wears the “sin” one cause he thinks he’s a bad bitch. Shego wears the “not guilty” one because people were assume that she’s always trying to start trouble (No she did not draw mustaches on the art at the White House when she and Drakken were invited to meet the President) 

#34  Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

I’m not gonna answer this in a straight-forward manner, but let’s just say that Drakken has gotten lost in Smarty Mart multiple times and Shego’s been called to come get him

[bcbdrums]

I’m so sorry, I feel like I’m just venting at this point.

I just want to talk about this I think it will help me explain myself in a better way and maybe some of the ask I send you will make more sense?

I think the reason I came to dislike the Kim possible fandom and the ships in general is due to…well, the fandom in itself.

Ron and Kim are my favorite characters.

But I experienced this thing in the fandom where they had this weird mentality:

If Ron was their favorite character it usually meant they didn’t like Kim and the stories that focuses on Ron usually portrayed Kim as bad person just to ship Ron with any other characters, (over-focusing on Kim’s flaws and/or on events like her leaving him in the janitor closet) there were a few exception to this, but even in this kind of stories Kim didn’t felt like Kim at all.

And I’m sorry for mentioning him again, there was this guy, this person. (I’m pretty sure we all know him) They had like 20 accounts to harass people? I don’t even know their name. They would pester anyone in the fandom about Kim/Ron and ugh. It was awful. And… I am saying this as a former KimRon shipper the fandom was a living hell.

That person takes the cake as the worst interaction I’ve had with anyone in any fandom I’ve been in.

But that’s just KimRon what about other ships?

Well, if the person identified with Kim and shipped her with Shego they would usually potray Ron in an awful way, ranging from flandarizing his comedic-relief moments, to portraying him as a bad boyfriend to (in the worst cases) portraying him as full blown abusive person.

The most immediate example I can think of: The current admin of the Kp wiki LoveRobin? Who is a very hardcore Kigo shipper. what happened is that when I first joined the fandom back in 2017 I had a- how do I call it? A “friendly” debate? Even though I could never make her see any of my points, at least she kinda? remained civil about it (for the most part)

It was initially about Drakgo, but then she changed the topic back to Kim and Ron and she randomly ended up comparing Ron to a rapist, and I was like ??????? (It was back in 2017 I was 17, when I stumbled upon the thread and it was so out of the left field) and then that guy found the thread of the conversation somehow and the fight got so bad, and I think it prompted LoveRobin to included stuff into the wiki like “Ron never said “I love you” to Kim” and I think she did this as as a way to, I really don’t know? Retaliat? To attempt to disregard the ship? Maybe? idk.

And that was years ago and I tried to get back into the fandom and it somehow got worse?

I know this is old and everyone probably knows about this at this point, but has anybody read Ron stoppable wiki page recently? Why is it written like that? It’s so needlessly negative and mean spirited towards the character for no reason (I know why it’s written that way, the wiki admin is a hardcore Kigo shipper ) but damn. That’s sooo petty.

This isn’t even the worst part yet That person (the person obsessed with KimRon) started harassing LoveRobin and he escalated things even further and ended up revealing personal information (is that doxxing?) about LR and I was like 😨. And listen at that point I don’t care what you ship or what’s your thoughts on fictional characters/ships are. that kind of behavior is simply terrible, awful, deplorable.

I though this was my main issue: the awful way Kim and Ron were portrayed in the fandom, but then it somehow got worse? Add to all of this the most resent talk about the age difference and that sealed the deal for me. (It’s too much drama and I cannot/will not ship a relationship that consist of an adult and a teenager)

From being neutral about the ship and being open about it I ended up despising it. Kigo became such a Notp for me now, and I can’t even enjoy KimRon as much as I used to because of all the fights and the bad experiences I also had in the fandom.

And all of this interactions killed my enjoyment toward any of those ships. I’m not kidding when I say the Drakgo community was the best and most welcoming out of all the three.

I mean, you're hitting on things I've mentioned in other asks...

The fact of the matter is, there's some historic toxicity in this fandom. Some of it goes on today. Some if it has passed. (And of course it's not isolated to KP; some fandoms have been irreparably destroyed by toxic shipping behavior...)

I've only had a few toxic encounters personally in KP myself. One was right after Graduation first aired. Like many people, I immediately went to read fanfic because I was riding high on fandom excitement. But that is when I discovered...anti-fics. People would write what started out on the surface as a happy, genuine ship fic. And then partway through it would flip and turn into a ship-sinker. Sadly, the first KP fic I ever read was a Kim/Ron ship-sinker deliberate anti-fic. The writer didn't even try to hide it once the surprise turn came halfway through. But it scarred me, and I didn't come back to the fandom until 2019.

As a result, I personally missed out on a LOT of the toxicity. But I've heard tales from those who were there and are still around today... I've experienced a little myself... But yeah.

The fact is, deliberate anti-fics exist. And yes, the wiki is useless because it's controlled by shippers who rather than write fact, editorialize everything to make it seem like their ship is canon.

I wish people would just ship their ships... I'm glad you've found the Drakgo community welcoming! May I recommend as a quality Kim/Ron to re-ignite your passion, Snippets of Forever. And I also suggest looking in the fave section of writers you like on FFn? Usually a good writer faves other good stuff. That's usually how I find anything to read.

[ilikethequiet]

Fic: Bedside Manner (Drakgo) Chapter 2

Back with the exciting conclusion! Content warning on this, there be blood yo, and medical talk. Be advised. Feedback, likes, and chocolates are always accepted here 😘

Summary: It’s Drakken who needs patching up.

The lab was toppling around them, if they didn't get out soon those inside would probably get crushed underneath the weight of the structure, the idea of that happening gave Shego a thrill it meant she would finally be rid of Possible and her bratty sidekick.

"Is that all you've got, Kimmy?" Shego taunted, this was entirely too much fun. Possible was a good opponent but her enthusiasm seemed to be waning due to the fact that there were chunks of concrete falling from the roof.

"Kim!" The teen hero heard Ron's strangled voice and looked over, the situation was getting hairy. She reluctantly decided to take her leave and aimed her grappling hook over one of the beams that still looked sturdy enough to hold her weight and propelled herself off the catwalk, swinging to her friend's aide.

"Coward!" Shego called after her. As she watched them duck through a hole in the wall Shego realized that she hadn't heard Drakken for a while, no villain monologues, no 'You think you're all that Kim Possible.' God, he better not have left her there. "Dr. D?" She called out, no response. She made her way to the control room where she had seen him last and there on the floor under the console his hand covering a profusely bleeding wound. "Doc!" He was breathing but not responsive, maybe he had been knocked out? "Come on, we're leaving." She put his arm around her shoulder and hoisted him onto his feet, using the remote to call their hover car to take them home.

"Mmm, Shego?" Drakken mumbled. "What's happening?"

"They don't build labs like they used to." She aimed her hand up at the roof and blew open a hole, thankful that it didn't further bring the building down. When the hovercar appeared, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Drakken into the beam. "Let's go home."

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Shego couldn't do this, it was okay when Drakken was patching her up, he was a doctor meaning at some point he had basic medical training, her on the other hand? She never took off her gloves, how was she supposed to clean and tend to his wound?

"Still dying over here." Drakken reminded his assistant "Shego I promise it's not that hard, I'll talk you through it." Drakken was a little out of it but he could give her instruction before he passed out from blood loss, hopefully, that would be enough.

"I really wish you would take something." When he patched her up, he had supplied whiskey to dull her pain but the hardest thing Drakken drank was chocolate milk and that wasn't going to take the situation. "How about some drugs?" She was stalling, this wasn't something she wanted to do yet a hospital was out of the question.

"Shego, breathe."

This was the one time he had every right to live up to the name mad scientist and yet he sat there calmly, trying to take deep breaths but the hole in his side was not allowing him to do so. Shego tried to focus, he patched up her wound she could at least try to do the same. She walked over and pulled his hand away, it wasn't bleeding so much now but it was still nasty.

"Clean it first."

"Please don't be too bad." She repeated to herself as she applied antiseptic to the gauze.

Drakken squirmed wishing he had taken something after all, but he wasn't a fan of alcohol and drugs wouldn't act quickly enough. He draped his arm around Shego's middle, resting his hand on her waist, holding onto her as she cleaned his wound. He expected her to push him away and blast him, but she seemed more interested in fixing him up.

Shego sat back and inspected the now clean wound, some kids wanted to be a doctor when they grew up. Those kids were stupid. Now came the hard part. "So, I'm just supposed to sew you up?"

"You watched me do it."

"Yeah, but I didn't think I would have to take notes." She picked up the needle and tried to thread it which she found hard because of her gloves still being on but it was too dangerous to remove them. "Doc?" She handed it to him, Drakken managed a weak eye roll and threaded the needle for her. This was going to be difficult, needlework had never been her thing. She closed her eyes and gently pierced his skin.

"Shego!" Drakken cried out and he tightened his grip on her, his calm seemed to have passed. "For the love of god, eyes open!"

"Sorry! Sorry." She very slowly pulled the thread through his skin, closing the offending injury. Next time she was out, Shego made a mental note to steal a glue gun, it would be a lot easier to mend wounds with that. "We're getting too reckless." She told him, Shego hated to admit it but both weren't as young as they used to be.

"It's the price of winning, Shego."

"And how many wins have we had?" Shego asked she was pretty sure the answer was none. "Just I don't know, be more careful." She wasn't going to lose him to a piece of rebar.

Drakken smiled at her caution. "Anyone would think you cared."

"After I got hurt you made me soup." Which she had found in the fridge the next morning. "Same could be said about you."

Both were silent for a moment as they let the reality of what was just said sink in, they cared for each other, so much so that they'd prefer the other not get injured. It wasn't a declaration of love but it didn't need to be.

Shego was the first to break the silence. "All done, you can take your hand off my ass now."

"Hmm? I hadn't noticed." Though really, it was hard not to.

Shego snorted. "Please, my ass is fabulous. Do you want to go to bed?" He needed to rest after such a traumatic experience.

"I'm quite comfortable here," Drakken answered tiredly.

Well, at least she didn't have to lug him upstairs, that was a good thing. She watched as he resumed his deep breathing and then did something that made his eyes snap open, Shego had climbed onto his lap, resting her head against his shoulder. "What are you doing?" He asked as she snuggled into his good side, away from his wound.

"Looking after my patient."

Drakken smiled and wrapped his arm around her, giving Shego a light kiss on the head. "Your bedside manner is impeccable."

[gofordrakgo]

slice of life, pregnancy, drakgo pleeeeease

Well! This took me awhile to get around to, but it’s finally written! I hope it proves to be worth the wait! Enjoy some drakgo fluff!

"Though her skin still beckoned his lips he resigned himself to kneading his knuckles along her spine the best he could in the somewhat awkward position, while they watched the snow falling over the ocean. “Does this count as their first snowfall?” Drew teased quietly."

The list - scrawled across an entire wall of the kitchen in variously colored erasable markers - had been thoroughly ingrained in his mind for weeks. He knew every possible choice by heart. That didn’t stop him from turning his attention to it as soon as he popped the homemade cinnamon rolls into the oven. Cradling a mixing bowl in one arm, he absentmindedly stirred the ingredients for the icing together as he stared at the list.

He knew they needed to make a decision, and soon, but he was as indecisive as ever. He just hoped that when the time came they would somehow instinctively know and that they wouldn’t end up regretting the decision later on.

Arms wrapping around his waist behind him pulled him out of his distracted stupor, and tension he hadn’t noticed faded as he relaxed into her.

“Good morning,” he greeted just before his wife’s hug loosened. Her hands traveled up to his shoulders, and then to his head where she pushed her fingers through his hair. A pleasant shiver coursed through him when her lips pressed against the nape of his neck.

Sometimes he missed his long hair and wished that his flower sprouted out of his arms instead, like that one popular arachnid comic book character. Then, perhaps, he wouldn’t have had to cut off his ponytail to stop the vines from tangling in it. When she was there, however, silently reminding him that she liked it the way it was, he forgot all about his petty regrets. Not to mention the fact that even though they had left villainy and begun using their proper names in conversation he really had no interest whatsoever in looking like a hero. Even if he technically was one. And even if he was quite proud of his accomplishment.

Stretching an arm out he let the bowl of frosting fall to the counter so he could turn and give her a proper kiss before she asked, “Have you narrowed it down any yet?” tilting her head toward the list behind him.

He shook his head and stepped away to take their breakfast out of the oven. “Have you?” he asked in turn as he frosted the piping hot cinnamon rolls.

She looked more than a little dismayed when she also had to shake her head. Her shoulders slumped. “Nope. Not even a little.”

“Well, we still have some time.” He was trying to be comforting, but he knew it wasn’t much use. The decision had been weighing on them for months.

“We might not, Drew. You never know.”

With a horrified sense of glee, he realized that she was right. A few weeks earlier than expected wouldn’t be too unusual. He practically collapsed to his knees in front of her and planted a kiss on her stomach. “You two better not even think of coming early. At least let us narrow it down a little first,” he quietly, almost jokingly, begged. She brushed her fingers through his hair again and for a brief moment his eyes fluttered shut and he let his head go limp against her palm.

Icing splattering against his glasses made him sputter and pull away.

“Those are–,” he cut off his warning at the sight of her raised eyebrow. Of course, she wouldn’t care at all that they were still hot. A breathy laugh left him as he stood to rinse his glasses in the sink.

He’d asked her once if she ever thought of the fact that it might hurt the babies to eat things that were still piping hot. Having a slice of homemade pizza hurled at his face fresh out of the oven was a good way of telling him to shut up, though speaking to a medical professional about it had been more helpful at reassuring him the babies would be fine.

“The twins like them,” she said, grabbing his hand to let him feel them kicking with all the giddiness as she had the first time they’d moved.

He grinned, drying his glasses off with his shirt. “I’m so proud.”

Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck, dragging him into an unexpected kiss that tasted like cinnamon and sugar. When she stilled, leaving him delightfully breathless, she murmured, “Guess what?” against his lips.

He only managed to hum his acknowledgment, greedily focused on her touch and the feel of her lips on his to properly respond.

“It’s snowing,” she told him, turning her head as she pointed out the window above the kitchen sink. He took the opportunity to turn his desire fueled attention to her neck. For a moment that would have been too short if it had lasted hours, she held him close, letting out a content sigh that warmed him to his core. With a shuddery breath, she gently pushed him away. “Drew. Breakfast. Snow.” She was smiling at him as she said it, though her voice sounded serious.

“Drew… Shea,” he argued, gesturing to her. Before he could move back into her she stuffed a bite of cinnamon roll into his mouth. It was a bit conceited, he was sure, but he instantly let himself be distracted by how delicious it was.

He just managed to grab a roll for himself before she snapped up the whole tray and retreated into the living room with a wry grin. Staving off a smirk he trailed leisurely after her, shaking his head at the sight of her cross-legged on the ground in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He paused to watch her for a moment, still flabbergasted nearly a year after he finally worked up the courage to tell her he loved her that, for some reason, she had decided she loved him too.

Snatching the blanket from the back of the couch on the way, despite how comfortably warm it was inside, he joined her on the floor. She settled herself between his legs almost immediately with her back pressed to his chest and her hands atop his over her stomach.

“I love you,” they synchronized.

She let out a low moan, muttering some complaint that her lower back was hurting, as it had been doing more and more frequently. Though her skin still beckoned his lips he resigned himself to kneading his knuckles along her spine the best he could in the somewhat awkward position, while they watched the snow falling over the ocean.

“Does this count as their first snowfall?” Drew teased quietly.

Shea snorted, shaking her head.“If they’re still inside my body, then no.”

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he said, not at all surprised to find tears welling up in his eyes. He’d cried more in the months since he’d found out he was going to be a father than he had in all the years since the day he dropped out of college. Which, admittedly, had been far too many tears then. Until he’d met her. Someday…someday he would tell her she had been the one who inspired him to seek the world.

“I’d still like to have names for them,” she countered, rubbing her thumb in circles on his knee. “Even if we named one Petunia like your mother wanted.”

“She thinks she’s so funny,” he muttered. “ Oh, Drew,” he began mimicking his beloved mother in a falsely high pitched voice,  “how cute would it be to name a little girl after a flower, just like her daddy?”

Shea patted his knee. “We both know that’s not how that conversation went down… Drewbie.”

“Oh, haha,” he replied dryly. “Yes, she did call me Drewbie. But every other word was… um… Every other word was verbatim!”

“That’s a big word!” she just continued to mock. “And you even used it right! I’m so proud.”

“You know, if I didn’t love you as much as I do I’d—”

Shea snorted without letting him even finish his sentence, twisting in his arms as she shook her head. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He managed to glare at her for an entire five seconds before his facade cracked and he grinned. “I really wouldn’t,” he agreed, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Her face softened, in a way he was slowly getting used to. “I love you too,” she murmured, although she didn’t really need to. Surprising though it was, he could practically feel how much she loved him when she smiled so warmly at him the way she was.

Just as they both leaned in for a kiss the loud ringing of what was meant to be an emergency phone interrupted them. With a sigh, he quickly pecked her lips then shot her an apologetic look as he clambered to his feet. She was still giving him that same soft look as he rushed across the room to answer, so he figured it may be safe to guess that she wasn’t upset with him.

Before he could even say hello, his mother’s shrill voice was crooning in his ear. “Have my two babies figured out names for their two babies yet?”

He sighed, mouthing, “It’s my mother,” to which Shea only smirked and directed her gaze back to the snow. Of course, she wasn’t surprised about who dared to call them so early in the morning. As much as he loved his mother, her once weekly phone calls had turned into more than three times a day since he’d told her about the twins and he was growing unfortunately tired of talking to her. It hadn’t helped that his mother spent the first three months yelling at him for not inviting her to the wedding. He didn’t dare to mention that they’d had it in a panic less than a day after they’d realized Shea was pregnant.

“Good morning, Mother,” he greeted as politely as possible despite his annoyance. “And no. We’re still trying to narrow it down. But we’re getting closer!” That was a lie, but he hoped that it would dissuade her from trying to give him any more suggestions.

It didn’t.

“What about Petunia?” she asked. He could picture the over-excited grin on her face as if she were standing right before him.

“Mother,” Drew sighed, not sure if he should be annoyed or worried that she was repeating herself. From the corner of his eye, he could see Shea attempting to get off the floor and he rushed back to her to give her a hand.

She smiled at him and popped the last bite of… the very last remaining cinnamon roll into his mouth while - unaffected by what he thought was an obvious lack of interest in her unhelpful suggestions - his mother continued, “Azalea?”

“Mother, please.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Shea whispered, and he couldn’t help but watch her as she walked away. He couldn’t resist smiling as he watched her drag her fingers through the tray, licking up any remaining trace of food and he reminded himself silently that he would have to try making them with strawberry icing for her.

“Marigold?” The squeal that followed made him jerk the phone from his ear and wince in pain. Rubbing his ringing ear he switched the phone to his other hand just in time to hear, “Oh, Drew, Mary Lipsky would be so cute!”

Exasperated beyond measure, he tore his gaze away from Shea’s backside and grumbled, “I am not naming my children after plants.”

“But they could be little twin flowers!”

Lying to his mother for the second time in one short phone call didn’t make him feel particularly good, but it didn’t stop him from pointedly claiming, “I think I hear Shea calling for me, Mother! I have to go now!”

He almost began to cry when even claiming his eight months pregnant wife was calling for him didn’t stop her. “If it’s a little boy you could name him Cedar! Or Cypress. Or Oleander!”

“It’s twins, Mother,” he reminded impatiently. “It might be two little boys. Goodbye!”

He really did feel bad for hanging up, cutting off her farewells, but he was too tired of listening to her incessant rambling to care too much.

Similarly to the way he had been not an hour earlier, Shea was staring at the list hard enough his head ached. “What were your mother’s suggestions this time?” she teased when she saw him walk into the room, and she twirled an uncapped marker between her fingers.

“They were all plant names.”

“Tell me anyway?”

After a moment of annoyed grumbling, he listed off the names, rolling his eyes when she added every single one to the list as if it weren’t tortuously long already. He sidled up behind her again, massaging down her back and hips before letting his hands rest lightly on her stomach, delighting in the slight movement beneath his palms as she continued to twirl the marker and glare at the wall.

He had let his head fall on her shoulder, his face nuzzled against her neck, and his eyes had begun fluttering shut by the time she whispered to him, “You know what? I kinda like Oleander, actually.”

“I do too,” he muttered against her skin, annoyed at himself for letting his mother get in his head. He’d been so confident that they would find names on their own, without anyone else’s help. “Little Olly... We’re not doing it.”

Shea laughed, presumably at how whiny he sounded, and reached a hand up to stroke his cheek. “Middle name?”

“That… could work,” he mused as he stood up straighter and moved to face her as they talked. “But we’re not telling my mother!”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you just going to keep our children’s names a secret? Oh don’t pout,” she added as his face fell. “You know I just want to kiss you when you do.”

Grinning, he rocked forward and landed a gentle kiss on her lips, happy to oblige anytime she even thought she might want a kiss from him.

“I kind of like Azalea for a middle name too,” she admitted as he pulled away.

“Well, fine,” he whined, gesturing wildly at the list. “But picking their middle names doesn’t help if they still don’t have first names!”

“How is it that the brilliant Doctor Drakken could name all those schemes and inventions, but now can’t even name his own children?”

He grunted and crossed his arms. “How is it that the great and powerful Shego could fight off teen heroes all day but now can’t even stand up off the floor on her own?”

“I’ve got two six-pound parasites growing in my stomach,” she laughed. “What’s your excuse?”

“Nngh– I love those parasites and their host too much to risk ruining their lives with names that don’t suit them!” He snapped his gaze back to the wall, glaring at the list with growing resentment. “I don’t want them to hate me,” he mumbled after a moment. “Giving them names that they grow up and get made fun of over would be the quickest way to get them to.”

“They’re never going to hate you, Drew,” she assured him, squeezing his hand. “You’re going to be the best dad they could possibly have. Come on, let’s just forget this for a little while.”

Trying not to cry, he let her tug him to the door. “What are you doing?” he asked, giving her a watery smile and pushing his glasses aside to swipe at tears before they fell.

“We should enjoy the snow for a few minutes,” she explained, tugging her coat over her arms. She held up her boots to him, which he slid on her feet and laced up for her before getting himself ready to go outside as well.

“This might be our last childless snow,” he murmured while the two walked out into the haze of gently falling snowflakes. “And I can’t even throw snowballs at you.”

“The twins are on my snowball fight team as soon as they’re old enough!”

“Why do you get them both?”

“I just deserve it. You can have your flower help you.”

“It doesn’t like the cold!”

“Then I guess you’re just gonna lose.” She shrugged nonchalantly at him before turning her gaze up to the sky, opening her mouth to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

He really did love her. Which he supposed explained why he moved closer to whisper in her ear, “Wanna make a deal?”

“I don’t have a soul to sell. You know that.”

He laughed but shook his head. “Whoever picks the names for the twins gets them on their snowball fight team.”

“Oh,” Shea cackled, already turning on her heel. “You’re so on, nerdlinger.”

He followed after her as she walked back into the kitchen, and while she plopped herself down at the table to resume staring at the list, he made himself busy making hot cocoa moo with an extra splash of cinnamon in her mug.

“You know what?” he murmured, three cups of cocoa moo and two bags of popcorn later. His eyes burned and he felt like his brain had turned to liquid inside his head, from doing nothing more than thinking about the list for so long.

“Hmm?” came Shea’s sleepy response, half-asleep with her head on his shoulder.

“I think we should erase the list. Maybe we’ll just know what to name them when we see them. What if we decided on names and then we see our babies and they don’t look like a Rosie or a Cypress?”

“Tell you what, Doc,” she muttered. “I think that’s the first good baby name suggestion you’ve made in two months.”

Despite his objections to her statement, he made quick work of washing the list off the wall. As he turned back to her, a weight lifted off his shoulders despite the fact they never made a decision, he teased, “I suppose you were right, Shea. Lists are lame.”